01/06/2026
As an LMT living with chronic condition this deeply resonates:
“Living with a chronic condition often teaches us a kind of intimacy with ourselves that others never have to learn. We become fluent in listening. We learn the difference between tired and depleted, between discomfort and warning, between pushing through and honoring a boundary. Rest stops being laziness and becomes a skill. Planning becomes flexible, and strength looks quieter, but no less real.
From a bodywork perspective, this matters deeply. When we treat someone as their diagnosis, we miss the person in front of us. Two bodies with the same illness will respond differently to touch, pressure, pacing, and presence. One may need grounding; another, lightness. One may crave stillness, another may need gentle movement. The diagnosis informs the work, but it does not dictate it.”
For a long time, I thought my illness was the headline of my life.
Lupus didn’t just explain my symptoms; it explained the pattern of my days. How I could show up fully, teach with everything in me, hold a room with strength and clarity, and then need long stretches of rest afterward just to feel like myself again. It explained why my calendar had to make room for sleep and recovery, why plans always felt provisional, and why my body could feel powerful one moment and unpredictable the next.
Slowly, almost without noticing, the disease began to shape how I spoke about myself. I wasn’t someone who had lupus; I was someone defined by it. Every decision was filtered through it. Every limitation traces back to it. And over time, that way of thinking quietly shrank the world I allowed myself to live in.
What I’ve learned, both through my own body and through the bodies of those who have trusted me on my table, is this. Illness is something the body experiences. It is not who we are.
A diagnosis names a pattern. It describes a process happening within the body. It can explain symptoms, guide care, and offer language for what feels confusing or frightening. But it is not the sum total of a person. It does not hold your creativity, your resilience, your humor, your tenderness, or your capacity for joy. It does not tell the whole story of how your nervous system adapts, how your fascia compensates, or how your body continues to find ways to support you, even on hard days.
Living with a chronic condition often teaches us a kind of intimacy with ourselves that others never have to learn. We become fluent in listening. We learn the difference between tired and depleted, between discomfort and warning, between pushing through and honoring a boundary. Rest stops being laziness and becomes a skill. Planning becomes flexible, and strength looks quieter, but no less real.
From a bodywork perspective, this matters deeply. When we treat someone as their diagnosis, we miss the person in front of us. Two bodies with the same illness will respond differently to touch, pressure, pacing, and presence. One may need grounding; another, lightness. One may crave stillness, another may need gentle movement. The diagnosis informs the work, but it does not dictate it.
And as a client, it matters just as much. You are allowed to name your illness without letting it narrate your worth. You are allowed to need rest without apologizing for it. You are allowed to build a life that honors your body’s rhythms, even when they don’t match the world’s expectations.
I still live with lupus. That hasn’t changed. What has changed is the story I tell myself about it. It is no longer the lens through which I see everything else. Instead, it is simply a part of my landscape, not the whole terrain.
Remember, you are not your disease. You are the one living with it, listening to your body, and adapting with intelligence and finding your own way forward, again and again. And that is not a weakness. This is wisdom.
