2013 was the year of suck. 2014 I started losing hope, and 2015 may have been the year I finally started to accept my illnesses and live the life I was blessed (or cursed) with, rather than watching life pass me by while waiting for that magic cure that will most likely never come. I spent most of the year alone, and it was as empowering as it was challenging. I was able to really focus on what I could do for myself without distractions, and I’m glad I had the time to figure out my capabilities, as well as my limitations.
Life certainly is more stressful with my husband home, but 90% of it is good stress. Dealing with his ‘isms’, while reminding myself that no one can make me laugh as hard as he can. We are two fucked up peas in a pod, and I love it. I hope he does too. It can’t be easy being married to someone like me.
I started a new drug for Crohn’s not too long ago, and I’m keeping my fingers, toes, and eyes crossed that I see remission in 2016. I’d also like to start taking classes again, if possible. Manchild jokingly said I should be a doctor, since I seem to know more than the ones I’ve encountered, but let’s be serious – I don’t have the energy or brains to make it through medical school. Nope. I’m still looking at dietetic programs, because food as medicine is my jam (even though I’m terrible at self-treatment).
Even if schooling doesn’t begin this year, I definitely want to make an effort to get out more (hopefully made possible when crohn’s efs off) and explore the neat area I now call home. Oh, and I want a dog. Probably more than anything else. Big brown eyes are good for convincing significant others to do things they may not want.
In 2015, I started blogging more, and wow did it feel good. An awesome part of it has been interacting with some amazing people, and I love the feeling of community here. With that being said, I wish you all a happy, healthy(ish), and fulfilling new year.
Love to all,