I’m sorry i’m such an inconvience

I’m sorry i’m such an inconvenience to you

Trust me, I wish I could do what normal people can too

I wish I could drive, I wish I could work, I wish I could go places alone

I wish I wasn’t constantly stuck home

I hate having to depend on everyone just to survive

The guilt and shame I have because of it makes me want to die

I hate that I make things so much harder for you

I wish you didn’t have to do the things I ask you to

But unfortunately my body and mind are just not alright

They don’t work like yours do, I always have to fight

And because of that simple tasks for you, are hard for me

I really just wish you would understand that and see

That i’m doing the best that I can

Trying my hardest to function

But most days are still tough and there are things I just can’t do

Still, I’m sorry i’m such an inconvenience to you

I know this poem is shorter then most of mine on here and maybe one day i’ll go back and revise/add to it but right now, I needed to just get my feelings out. When you live with mental and chronic illnesses that limit your abilities, it is very easy to feel like a failure and an inconvenience to the ones around you. It’s even easier when the people you have to depend on seem aggravated or annoyed when you ask them to do something, such as drive you to an appointment. My illnesses prevent me from being able to drive or go anywhere alone. This unfortunately has created many issues within my life and one incident recently is what inspired me to write the poem above.

I don’t want to be like this. I wish every day I could just be normal but that isn’t my life and I need to cope with that. I don’t think I will ever stop feeling like an inconvenience but reminding myself that I am loved and that I am enough helps some. So my message today is simply if you feel like this, please remember that you are not alone and that the people in your life love you. I know how hard it can be to deal with toxic manipulators, especially when they are your own family members, but just lean on the friends and family in your life who truly love you for the imperfectly perfect person you are and I promise you things will get better in time. ❤

Stay strong my beautiful darlings

Kaylee D. ❤

Sliver of Hope

It feels like the darkness is engulfing me

I try to scream, but only a muffled cry is heard 

Pain floods my body

Demons torment my mind

I feel numb and empty

Overwhelmed by the world around me

“Everything is just too much” I say over and over

As I sit on my bed in tears

The anxiety in me is strong

Causing my heart to race and my body to shake

Lately I feel tense all the time

Always on edge, as if expecting something bad to happen at any moment

The anger inside of me growing more and more

Causing me to lash out at the ones I love for no reason of their own

I feel like a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the tiniest thing to happen so I can blow up

My patience so thin anything has the ability to cause my borderline rage to surface

My inner child just waiting for a chance to unleash her pain and anguish on anyone near her

And most days, i’m powerless to prevent or stop the damage I know she will cause

It feels like i’m suffocating on the air I breathe because with each breath I take my chest aches

Waking up in the morning with pure dread, wishing I could just close my eyes again and go back to sleep

But even sleep doesn’t bring rest

No, sleep brings nightmares over and over

Realistic ones that make it hard to distinguish if this is real life or just a dream

Often causing me to wake up suddenly, yelling out for help

Never allowing me to wake up rested the next day

But instead tired and drained of energy

Energy needed to get through the day

My PTSD is also strong

Images flash in my mind of things I don’t want to remember

Making me cringe and suddenly feel overwhelmed with fear 

In an instant, it’s like i’m transported back to those moments

Feeling all the same emotions I did during that time, emotions I don’t want to ever feel again but do over and over 

I shake my head, begging the images to leave, but they don’t

Sometimes my mind shows me images of what could have happened instead, which is always worse then what I experienced

These images often make me cry out and tremble

Leaving me paralyzed for however long they decide to play inside my head

Like a horror movie I never asked to see but am forced to experience on repeat

With no stop button in sight to make it go away

I can feel my depression slowly start to creep inside of me

That feeling of hopelessness getting stronger and stronger each day

I feel miserable, hating the life that I am forced to live due to the illnesses that grip my body and soul

I feel disconnected from not only the world around me but from myself

Looking into the mirror and having no recognition of the broken girl staring back at me

Watching my wedding video with tears streaming down my face because I have no emotional connection to that happy girl in a wedding dress

Remembering that was the best night of my life but it feeling like it never even happened to me

I am lost, begging for someone to show me the map needed to get home but knowing no map like that exists

Only I have the ability to create that map and right now, I do not have the tools to do so

That creative spark inside of me that once shown so bright has grown dimmer and dimmer

With each trauma, each illness stomping out a piece of the light in my soul time and time again

Writing, once a safe place and therapeutic tool, now seeming so hard to even do

It’s like the once fluid connection from my mind to my hand has severed itself and no matter how hard I try, the ideas just won’t flow to the page with ease like before

Instead, I struggle to come up with flowing sentences and paragraphs, my mind feeling jumbled 

The imagination in me that once created novels of greatness

Basically destroyed by the harsh reality that is life

Causing my novel ideas and half written stories to remain just that when I once believed they could become so much more

My only true escape is music

Music has always been something that allowed me to disappear from my world

I lean on music more now than I ever have before

Lately, Hamilton has become my number one destination

Constantly listening to and now even watching this truly unbelievable show

I listen to Lin’s poetic words being rapped and sung by angelic voices and in those moments, my mind is at peace

The usually loud voices in my mind that constantly project negativity are drowned out by music and words of pure genius

What it must be like to have a mind so brilliant it can create something so unique out of nothing else but history

But as I listen, I also think of Hamilton’s story

Longing to have that kind of drive, that kind of determination to become someone great

To be able to turn my pain into something beautiful, something that can help others

I ask myself, have I thrown away my shot?

Is it too late to become someone, to make a difference in this world

Or will I eventually die being known as the girl who was always too sick to function

I’m tired of my mind torturing me 

I’m tired of my body always being full of pain

I’m tired of constantly being sick

Of having to cancel plans with friends

I’m tired of this life

But the sad truth is, no matter how many times I try to change things

I always fall back to this spot

I get to the top only to be there for a few moments before it’s down the rabbit hole again

Despite all of this, I still have a sliver of hope that one day, things will be better and will stay better

That I will make something of myself 

That people will know my name and my story

That young girls and boys will be inspired by my determination to survive when I had every reason in the book to give up 

That my failures thus far will pave the way to the biggest triumphs of my life

That Tom and I will have kids and I will be a great mother to them

I hold onto that hope with shaky but firm hands, even on the days where I desperately want to let go because giving in would be so much easier then fighting

But I know its that hope that keeps me going, it’s that hope that keeps me alive

So I hold on, and I will continue to hold on

Because despite everything, despite how shattered I may feel

I know my life is special and worth living

Life is a fragile but beautiful thing and even when the darkness is overwhelming

There is always a small flame of light illuminating within

At times, it may be hidden or harder to find but it is there

Guiding you, providing you with hope, even if you can’t see it

The Void Inside Me

There is a void inside me. It’s been there for as long as I can remember. Most days the effects of this void are minimum. It’s like a emptiness that I know is there but isn’t really affecting me to a point where I can’t just ignore it. On the rare occasions, it even feels like it doesn’t exist at all. But then there are the days where the void’s emptiness is so overwhelming that it feels like i’m being swallowed by it. Like quick sand, the harder I try to fight the feeling of dread and nothingness as it begins to wash over me, the quicker it grows until I’m left sitting there, feeling numb and lost. Having this strong sense that I am longing for something but having no idea what that something could be. For years, I have tried to find that something that would fill this void but every time I believe I have found the missing piece to my soul, slowly the void returns, leaving an empty hole once again.

When I was younger, I remember I thought the answer to filling this emptiness was trivial things.

“If I could just own that purse, I will be happy”

“If he would just date me, I would feel so complete”

“If I could only own this type of pet, I would be filled with joy”

Of course, none of these things were the answer I was looking for. None of these things fulfilled me in the way I desperately wanted to be fulfilled.

I would also think maybe changing who I was was the right way to go. I would constantly change my appearance, my style, even my outlook on life, believing if I just kept changing things, something would stick and fill the void but that never was the case.

“If only I had long blonde hair, then everyone would love me”

“If only I was skinnier and wore tighter clothing, then the boys would notice me”

“If I get contacts, then i’ll feel beautiful”

But no matter what I did, in the end, I still felt empty. I still struggled to connect with the face looking back at me in the mirror. Knowing physically this girl was me but not feeling any emotional connection to her.

As I got older, I believed the answer I was looking for would be found in major life events. I was convinced that the huge changes that come into your life as you become an adult would surely be my solution. And on the day I married my soulmate, my best friend, it really felt like I had discovered the missing piece. Somehow, despite all I had been through and how broken I felt, I found someone who loved me for the perfectly imperfect person I was. Who knew my flaws better then anyone and still wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. Who looked forward to starting a family with me. Everything I had dreamed of as a child was now in my grasp. How could there still be a void after all of that? And for a while, it looked like I was correct. Like the void in me had been filled by love.

But as time went on, I noticed that void slowly begin to open once again. I watched as my health began to slip away and with each new symptom and diagnosis, the hole grew. I desperately tried to hold it all together still. I focused on filling my life with the things I loved and cherished. On building my family and the life I had always dreamed of having. Even after knowing I could no longer work due to my illnesses, I stayed strong. We rescued a tiny puppy and then, not even a full year later, I brought home my service dog prospect. Something I never thought I would need but once I knew I did, never thought would materialize. Yet, it had.

I thought it would work, but it didn’t. That void was still there, some days feeling stronger then it had in years. A sense of nothingness, of numbness. With my health failing me and being unable to provide for my family because of it, I thought if only I could get approved for disability. If that could happen, then I would not feel so much like a failure and that void wouldn’t feel so deep. I had always said I would be content being a house wife so getting disability would allow that to happen. How could that not make this void disappear?

But the day I got that phone call saying I was approved for disability, a wave of mixed emotions washed over me, both positive and negative. Something I thought was my answer seemed to make the void deeper somehow. Causing me to sit here more lost then I ever was before. Causing me to wonder, what in my life will fill this void?

Will having our own house and living on our own fill it?

What about getting pregnant and bringing my child into this world? Something I have dreamed about for as long as I can remember. Something that once felt so certain but now I fear everyday may never happen because of my health.

Will becoming a mental/chronic illness influencer and blogger do the job?

How about an author? Publishing my poetry and novels for all to see.

Or am I destined to always be longing for this something? To always feel like there is a piece missing from my life. To feel numb, empty, longing for true happiness.

And then my mind begins to fear that I gave up something that was the answer, either by choice or due to my health.

Would have completing a 4 year degree and becoming a teacher been my answer?

What about becoming a school psychologist and a theater director? Would that had helped?

What if I followed my dream of being an actress?

Would that kind of stardom been the missing puzzle piece to this jigsaw I call my life?

I guess i’ll never know for sure. But man is it hard not to wonder.

On days where the void is so strong, it’s like it’s hard to even take a breath. Because with each breath, this sense of emptiness is overwhelming.

And the last thought that crosses my mind is where did this void even come from?

What burned a hole so big into the soul of such a happy little girl? Because that is what I was as a kid, always smiling, happy as can be and just living her life to the fullest. So what happened?

Was it my dad and mom divorcing when I was just 5 years old? My dad telling me he was leaving after giving me such an amazing day.

Was it hardly seeing him after that, even though at the time, he only lived 10 minutes from me?

What about my mother? Someone who was physically there for me and tried to give me the best life she could but often acted more like a best friend then the mother a child needs. Could that have done it?

Or did it happen after my grandpa passed away, right before I would turn 13? Surely losing a father figure in your life, someone you saw every day, at a time where you desperately need guidance could create such a hole.

What about the bullying I went through? Elementary, middle, and of course, high school. Always the same old thing, never feeling good enough, always being put down or made fun of for my appearance or personality. Taunts of “Teachers pet” still ringing in my ears. Having friends you would do anything for putting you down time and time again. Getting betrayed and hurt over and over.

And then there are my relationships. Could they have contributed to the crater that wrecks havoc in my life?

My first love being an on and off again roller coaster ride. Always jumping between me and another girl, always feeling like a second choice but so in love that I was content with not being first.

And then my second love leaving me with so much mental and emotional damage. Accepting the fact that the love you had for him blinded you to the mental and verbal abuse you put up with time and time again. Giving him everything, every part of me and receiving nothing but hurt in return. The words he’d say still piercing my heart, like a snake’s fangs. Words that I believed were true. Words that I sometimes still believe are true. Something so simple triggering me, reminding me of how worthless he made me feel. But remembering I would have done anything for him because my love was that strong.

Could that have been what caused the ground to break?

And then there is my health. Being plagued with not one but two autoimmune disorders as a young adult. Unable to do simple tasks such as brushing my hair anymore without pain. Is that what caused this deep void within me?

Maybe. But more than likely, it is a combination of all of the above plus more that I experienced that has created this hole in my soul.

Maybe the answer isn’t finding something to fill the hole, but rather, letting go of all these traumas I have gone through in my 24 years of life.

Maybe if I can face these demons that I have locked behind a door and let them go, I would feel free.

Maybe by accepting what has happened to me, understanding they have made me the person I am today and also realizing I am not in those situations anymore, that I am safe now, will cause the void to begin to close.

Maybe I can start feeling what true happiness is without having this crushing weight of my past on my shoulders. A weight that feels as heavy as cinder blocks constantly dragging me down.

I don’t know if letting go is the answer I have been searching for. I don’t know what that answer is but I do know, that is the next step I am choosing to take.

It’s time to stop holding on to my past.

It’s time to stop obsessing over how I thought my future would be.

It’s time to forgive my younger self for the mistakes she made and remember, I am not that same girl today.

It’s time to forgive the ones in my life who have hurt me.

It’s time to move on.

It’s time to let go.

What We Are Told

All lives matter, this is true

Except if mental and chronic illness plagues you

Except if you’re a woman, trying to find your way in this world

Except if you’re a boy who loves a boy, or a girl who loves a girl

Except if your skin is not the color of white

Except if you’re homeless and have to sleep outside at night

Except if you’re Trans, Queer, or Bi

Except if bullying causes you to commit suicide 

Except if you’re an animal, except if you’re a plant

Except if you’re an insect, like a tiny ant

Except if you’re in a pandemic, and the chance of the illness hurting you is small

Those lives don’t matter, the virus is only killing the old and already sick after all

Except if you’re an immigrant just looking for a new life

Except if you’re deaf or have no sight 

Except if you’re someone who has been assaulted, raped or abused

Except if you’re an addict to drugs or booze 

Except if you’re disabled, poor or old

But all lives matter is what we are still told

Change starts with you

America is called the land of the free

That’s funny because that’s not what I see

I’m scared for this world in which we live

Sitting here just wondering when will it all give

We live in a world consumed by hate

Don’t people realize it’s wrong to discriminate?

Why does the color of his skin determine his life?

Why must she constantly live with fright?

Afraid every day that she is going to die

Scared that his life will end in a homicide

For in this country if you’re not white

It seems every day you have to fight

Fight for just basic human rights 

Won’t someone tell me how that is right!

Our black brothers and sisters have to live in fear

Each day they are crying more and more tears

For people who swore to protect mankind

Are killing people of color time after time

And each time it happens, we demand change

But somehow things just remain the same

And more innocent lives are taken from this world

Black men, women, boys, and girls

Killed in tragic, unjustful ways

Killed for just going about their day

Murdered for no other reason then the color of their skin

Leaving behind their grieving kin

Wives losing their husbands, mothers losing their sons

People losing their loved ones at the hand of guns

Corrupted cops being too rough and using their knees

Listening to the cries and desperate pleas

Not even stopping when he says “I can’t breathe”

How many more innocent lives must we lose?

How many more times are we going to let them get abused?

Now is the time to stand up and fight

Fight for them, fight for what is right

I may not be black, but this much is true

I see, hear, and grieve for you

And I will fight right by your side

Fight for all black lives

Because we are all creations of God 

Everyone of us beautiful and worthy of love

Sent to this earth from our Father above

No one’s skin color should decide

Whether that person lives or dies

Change must happen, this is true, and that change starts with you

My top moments of May 2020

Hello my beautiful darlings!

It is officially a new month! Can’t even believe it is already June! This year seems to be going by fast, despite all of the craziness that is going on. When you live with mental and chronic illness, it’s sometimes hard to focus on and realize all the good things that you have in your life. Often, your illnesses and the problems they cause can mask the happy moments, but it’s very important to remember that even though there is so much dark within our lives, there is also so much light. So today I want to try to start a series on this blog where at the end of the month/beginning of the next month, I share with you some of my happiest memories from that month because those are the memories that even on my worst days, I can focus on and smile. 🙂

Moment #1: Mothers Day

Mothers day this year was a day I was actually dreading. The week leading up to Mothers day, I was very stressed out and emotional. This was due to multiple reasons. The biggest one being, I always thought by this point in my life I would either have a child, be pregnant, or at least be in the planning stages. I never thought I would be sitting here realizing there is a high chance that I may never be able to biologically have kids. Realizing the state of my health and knowing I am nowhere near what I imagined I would be at 24, was really hard and weighed heavily on my heart that week. I was also feeling depressed over the fact that due to certain situations, our oldest dog Willie can no longer live with us at this time. It hurt knowing that I wouldn’t be able to be with all 4 of my fur children at one time but at least I would be able to see them all throughout the day. When Mothers day arrived, I still felt stressed but tried to just focus on making muffins for my mother in law. Before we headed over, my wonderful husband gave me a card that warmed my heart and really made me realize how blessed I am. He had made me a card on photoshop from all my pups with tons of pictures of them. He also wrote a poem from each one to me. I couldn’t help but cry. Mother’s day is my number one memory of the month because that was the day that I realized that even though my life isn’t where I thought it would be, one thing is true, I am still a mommy, my kids just have paws ❤

Moment #2: Getting my new desk

I know many of you probably don’t understand why this moment would be so important to me but it was more than just getting a desk. For many years now, I have had no space to call my own. If I wanted to do my makeup, I had to stand in front of my dresser which only caused my body pain. If I wanted to type, I would just transfer my surface to any available table or even my lap. Recording videos was always a headache because I would have to figure out a place to set up my chair. It was exhausting and not having your own space can really take a toll on you. When my husband set up my new desk in the corner of our bedroom, I almost started to cry. Finally, I had a space all to my own where I could create whatever I wanted to create. It was an amazing feeling and honestly has done wonders for my mental health.

Moment #3: Rescueing a baby Raccoon

Being a total animal lover, of course this had to make the list. I had gotten up to take Blue out like I do every morning when my grandma stopped me in the kitchen and let me know that she found a baby raccoon this morning in our yard. Besides for his one eye looking injured and not being able to open, he looked perfectly healthy and was very vocal. My grandma had him in a box with a towel on our back porch. I called my mom, since she has experience with rehabilitating animals, and she began to call other people she knew. She soon came down to give the baby some pedialyte and make sure he was warm. The little raccoon was so adorable and I even nicknamed him Rocket after Guardians of the Galaxy. We only had him for a few hours before my mom finally got in touch with a rehabilitator up near the Catskills who could take care of him. Turns out, he was really young and his eye was indeed infected but he is doing very well in the care of this guy. It felt good to be able to rescue this tiny helpless creature and get him to someone who was able to give him the care that he needed.

Moment #4: Taking Blue on his first real PA & socialization trip

One of the most crucial things that must be done when you have a puppy training for service work is socialization. Unfortunately, socializing during a pandemic is very difficult so we haven’t really been able to do so. However, this month I was finally able to take Blue out and do some real world socialization with him. My mom’s friend unfortunately, due to covid-19, had to close down her store. She was getting rid of and selling a lot so she invited us to come down to pick up anything we wanted. Since the shop was closed, the only people allowed to come were people she directly invited so everything was done in a very safe way. She told me I could bring Blue since the shop is right in town so I could sit outside with him and get him used to the sounds of traffic. Blue wound up doing an amazing job! Not only was he not scared of anything, not even the giant trucks that went by, but he consistently listened to me and his commands. Of course, he was excited meeting someone new but he quickly settled down and focused on me. I was even able to put a treat on his paw and have him leave it, something I didn’t think he would do in a new environment with distractions. Before this outing, I was getting pretty frustrated with him. As my trainer says, it’s completely normal at this age for them to test you. It’s like you take 500 steps forward and 5000 steps back. This can be mentally and physically exhausting though and at times, it’s very easy to start to doubt your ability to train and even your puppies ability to become a service dog. This trip though was exactly what I needed to be reminded that Blue and I are doing a great job and even though we still have a long road ahead of us, in my heart I feel like we are going to make it and he will become my service dog!

So there you have it, 4 of my top moments of the month. Of course, there were many other smaller moments that made up my month that bring a smile to my face. I encourage everyone out there who may be struggling with their health to try to keep track somehow of your highlights each month. There are different ways to do this, for me I keep track of them in my digital bullet journal. The important thing to remember is no memory or moment is too small. Anything that makes you smile should be documented because it’s those moments that you can look back on during a flare up or bad mental health day and be able to smile. It’s those moments that shed a glimmer of light into an otherwise dark world. And it is those moments that provide you the hope you need to keep going.

I challenge you to find something good in everyday. The more you do this, I promise, the more you will realize how much good is in your life. Also tell me down below in the comments about one of your highlights this month, I would love to hear them! As always, hold onto hope and remember that life, though difficult, can still be beautiful! ❤

Until next time,

Kaylee D. ❤

I can no longer stay silent on this issue…

I have sat at the computer over and over, typing and deleting, trying to find the right words. But even now, I’m realizing there are no right words for the state this country is in. And I am scared. I am scared because there is so much hate all around us. I am scared that someone can take someone else’s life and not feel an ounce of regret, knowing they killed one of God’s creations. I am scared that after all these years, these issues are still so prominent in the country that is supposed to be the land of the free.

Each time one of these senseless murders happen, I keep quiet. I keep quiet because I don’t let myself get involved in politics. But I can not stay quiet anymore. Because by staying quiet, you are only contributing to the problem. I am beyond heartbroken knowing, yet again, another innocent black life has been taken. Knowing this kind man had walked out his door to go shopping, something so many of us do every week, and never made it home because a man filled with hate decided to take his life. Living with anxiety, each time I leave my home I can’t help but worry I won’t make it back and the sad reality is that for people of color, they think this as well. But they think this because they see over and over again their race being murdered for no reason at all. They are raised to watch their every move, and to be cautious at all times, even around the people who are supposed to be protecting them. The people who took an oath to protect the human race but are all too often the same people who time and time again commit these unspeakable acts.

How can someone listen to another person cry and beg, telling them over and over that what they are doing is causing them to not be able to breath; saying they are going to die and still continue to do the action that ultimately will result in death? How can someone stand and watch another person as they slowly kill an innocent man and do nothing to prevent it from happening? How can someone who swore to protect people, live with himself knowing he took such a wonderful man from his family and friends for no reason? How can someone live with themselves knowing they signed up to protect people yet chose not to save this man while he was being murdered right in front of them?

I am truly sick to my stomach thinking of all the innocent black men, women and children who have lost their lives for no other reason than pure hate. George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor, Treyvon Martin and countless others, taken from this world way too soon because of their skin color. Their memory will live on and their deaths must not be forgotten but rather fuel the fire for change. The way people of color, as well as all minorities, are treated in this country is a huge problem and something must be done to fix it. It is time for everyone to stand up and fight for what it is right. We all need to make our voices heard and be clear that this kind of disgusting, brutal behavior will not be tolerated any longer! We need to stand with our African american brothers and sisters who still in the year 2020 are being denied basic human rights. No one in this country should have to fear for their lives!

Being racist is never okay, something needs to change and justice needs to be served. It can not be ignored any longer for the longer it is ignored, the more innocent black lives are taken. I am angry, scared, and beyond all, heartbroken knowing this is the world we live in. I will not be quiet any longer and will do my part to show that these actions are not okay and will not be tolerable anymore. I encourage everyone else to do so as well! Use your voice, tweet using the hashtag #blacklivesmatter so it becomes trending, consistently share posts on Instagram and Facebook and anything else that gets the message out there! I fear for the lives of my African american friends and am saddened to know that this is how they must live. Knowing they must live in fear because hate is so strong in this country. I may not be black, but I see you, I hear you, I mourn for you, and I will stand with you. I hope everyone else out there will too because change will only happen if everyone stands together ❤

Until next time my darlings,

Kaylee D. ❤

Other ways to help make a change and end these senseless murders in America:

Please, sign this petition for justice for George Floyd and donate if you can! Every signature counts!

https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd

Also, donate to the memorial fund if you can to help George’s grieving family during this horrible time.

And lastly, go to this website to find out how to help end police brutality in our country.

https://www.joincampaignzero.org/#vision

I’m back and I finally created a Youtube Channel!!

Hello my beautiful darlings!! I know it’s been months since I last posted and I apologize deeply for that. A lot has happened in my life these past few months, some bad and some good, that I can not wait to update you all about! I have spent the last few months really trying to figure out my health and what I want for my future. Everything keeps reminding me that what I want most of all right now is to be able to share my story and help others out there who are struggling. That is why, I have renewed my blog and have finally created a Youtube channel!! This is something I have wanted to do for years but was always too scared to do so! However, I finally have created my channel so if you want to see me on a whole new platform, please check that out!

The other giant news I have to share with you all is that I have recently picked up my potential service dog! This is another thing I never thought would happen but finally has! Obviously, I will be writing all about him and our training adventures since I will be owner training him, under the guidance of a professional trainer. There is also a video up on my Youtube of us picking him up and his first 48 hours with us you can check out if you want!

I know my blog looks different right now, at this moment I am using the free plan but in the near future, I do plan on upgrading back to premium so I can get my old layout back.

I’m hoping to really be able to dive back into blogging and hopefully bring some joy and hope into people’s lives along the way!

Until next time,

Kaylee D. ❤

Just keep breathing

Today is one of those bad days. Those days where I can hardly move without pain shooting through every part of my body. I haven’t had a bad pain day like this in a long time so immediately felt discouraged when I opened my eyes and realized every bit of me hurt. I had a list of house work I had planned to complete today. I still had to put away the clothes from the laundry I did yesterday, I wanted to straighten up and organize the corner of our game/living room, and planned to make Tom and myself a nice chicken dinner. However, all my plans for the day were suddenly halted and I knew I would be stuck in bed instead all day. 

This is the reality of living with a chronic illness. You never know how you will feel day to day or even hour by hour. You can make an entire plan but if you wake up that day sick and in pain, your plans are completely changed and there really isn’t anything you can do about it. Sure, sometimes you can push through but not without consequences. If you push your body when you’re already having a bad pain day, it will only end with additional days stuck in bed or even worse, a trip to the hospital. When you live with chronic illness, you must always be aware of your health and how to take care of yourself. Self care must be number 1. But this is easier said than done. 

When I got up and realized I would get nothing done today, the familiar feeling of failure and depression crept up and I just wanted to cry. At 23 I don’t want to admit I can’t do normal everyday things all the time. I’m not okay with not being able to do stuff. But no matter how strong those feelings are, I force myself to remember that if all I do today is survive, then that’s enough. On days like today, all that matters is that I took care of myself and did the things necessary for my health and well being. This is something crucial all people suffering with not only chronic but also mental illness need to remember. Healthy people don’t understand what it takes just to keep breathing in a body that wants to destroy you. If they knew what it took, I guarantee they would start looking at us all differently because they would realize we are constantly fighting just to survive.

So the point of all of this is that I know it can be frustrating and demoralizing when chronic and/or mental illness prevents you from doing normal everyday things. I know for me it not only makes me feel like a failure of a wife but of just a human being in general. But what’s important is knowing that you are doing the best you can with the life you have been given and on days where just walking up the stairs makes you cry out in pain, all that you need to do is take care of yourself and keep breathing. And if that’s all you can do, well, that’s more than enough. Tomorrow is a new day, that list can wait, but your health can not. Just keep staying strong and never lose hope that things will one day get better

Until next time my darlings, 

Kaylee D. ❤