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{More about me}

/27/
/female/
/chronically ill/
/graduate student/
/knitter/
/foodie/

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Okay, well if you've found this page, it's because you went looking for something. The internet is an amazing place with the ability to bring people together from all walks of life and all corners of the world. You went looking for something and whatever that was connected with something about me. So here's to sharing our light with the universe so it can find those who resonate with it, wherever they are. 

You might be here because I posted about graduate school, knitting, food, or animals--but in all likelihood it's for the #realtalk about living, surviving, and trying to thrive with invisible illness(es).

Mito | EDS | food allergies | Hashimoto's | dysautonomia | POTS


Yep, that's my list. I've been on the chronic illness boat since 2001 at 11 years old, so I've seen a lot of ups and downs and more doctors than I can count. While that's the barest of detail about me, this blog will be a mix of reflecting on memories (the good, the bad and the ugly) and current events, so keep reading to learn all about the nitty-gritty details.

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