If I were to summarise this blog it would probably go something like “the story of a girl studying graphic design”. But that was before I got diagnosed with a chronic illness. It is true that at one point I did study graphic design, but not for very long. If we want to get scientific about it we could say this blog has been around for 603 days and I was in college for 11% of that time (71 days to be exact). So this blog really isn’t about a girl studying graphic design.
I AM MY CHRONIC ILLNESS?
It might not affect the books I read or the movies I watch but it does affect what I do every day. I am constantly reminded that I have this illness. But I also have to remind myself that I am more than just this illness.
For the past year it has been the story of a girl living with a chronic illness and a single ovary. I wish I could say having an ovary removed gives you superpowers but it unfortunately does not. And to be honest it really doesn’t affect my life. But having a chronic fatigue does.
And I think thats why I would describe this blog as the tales of a girl studying graphic design. Because while its not true right now, its a plan for the future. It might not be a very good plan and I know that my illness is going to have some sort of role in it. But its better than spending my days just being that girl with the chronic illness.
I’m not going to lie, I have no idea what the point of this post was. But I’ve been having a pretty bad week and this was the result. Think of it as some weird therapy session type thing. But one shared with the whole internet.