Wander Girl

For years people have been telling me to write a book or tell a story of my health journey, and to be honest, I have tried both, but have never gotten beyond the beginning. I think I was trying to be funny or tell an actual story, but the ironic part of the entire situation, is that the story doesn’t need to be anything other than what it is, my story, my life, my health and my journey of faith that has led me to where I am now.

And so it begins, my story.

As a child I had no particular health problems that I remember. I was sick about the same as other kids and, as far as I remember, similar health problems. I had chicken pox, sore throats, pink eye, the flu and the typical kid sicknesses that every kid born into a first world country dealt with.

It wasn’t until High School that I started to feel less and less like myself. Freshman year, 2001, was the year the towers fell, so, the anxiety that these events induced, may have been the catalyst to creating an environment that allowed my hormones to be out of wack.

My sophomore year was when I decided I didn’t want to be at school anymore and spent a year at home attending high school online. By the time I was graduating high school, I was sick more often and struggling to breathe, especially in the hot outdoors in Indiana. I felt lazy and exhausted a lot, but felt there was not anything I could do, except for getting more sleep.

It wasn’t until my sophomore year of college that I got some answers, or more questions…