Fighting for joy, one day at a time.
Today I bought a pair of maternity jeans. You know. The kind with the insanely stretchy waistband attached to otherwise normal looking jeans. And before you ask, no, I’m not pregnant. And I’m not planning on being pregnant anytime soon. So why did I buy maternity jeans then? Well, the answer is kind of embarrassing... Continue Reading →
Last week I climbed a mountain. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure avid climbers would have laughed at such a simple hike. The trail was three miles up to a beautiful waterfall and three miles back down. As a flatlander with chronic pain, however, this mountain seemed incredibly daunting. Attempting the hike seemed absurd by... Continue Reading →
Chronic Illness is a heartless thief. Anyone who struggles with chronic illness or pain can attest to that. I have rightfully devoted a lot of time to grieving, processing and writing about the things that my illness has taken from me. Allowing myself to feel the hardness of my illness is instrumental in my journey... Continue Reading →
When we recognize these doubts that have turned into the lies we believe, we can take the power back from our pain and recognize the ultimate power of truth— God’s truth.
What would I do with my life if I wasn’t afraid of facing judgment because of illness? Just thinking about this is saddening to me. I live my life in virtually constant pain due to amplified musculoskeletal pain syndrome (AMPS). Because my pain is something people can’t see, I am often in situations where misunderstandings... Continue Reading →
Alathia Hayes 