As a kid, I was constantly sick with stomachaches. Always running to the bathroom with diarrhea, gas and constipation. I was anxious and bit my nails constantly. My thoughts were scattered, so much so I was called a scatter brain.
My parents thought I was just an anxious kid and chalked up the bathroom issues and nail biting to anxiety. I had a terrible relationship with my 6th grade teacher, which only made matter worse, but also had my parents believing my health problems were related to anxiety.
When summer came and I was still uncomfortable and in pain, my parents began to worry, and took me for a battery of embarrassing and uncomfortable testing. I was miserable.
Before the test results were in, the doctors said they were 98% sure there was nothing wrong with me and agreed with my parents that I was just an anxious kid.
At age 12 I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease, and for 20 years, I suffered with belly bloat, nail biting anxiety, debilitating depression, inexplicable weight gain, malnutrition, stomach aches, irritability, diarrhea, constipation and migraines.
I was hospitalized countless times and had multiple surgeries to remove the inflammation in my intestinal tract. As I got older, the symptoms got worse.
I loved working with kids and had done so since I was 10 years old. I dreamed of having a family of my own. When the docs sat me down and told me I’d never be able to successfully carry a child to term, I was devastated.
It didn’t stop there. With no answers and no ideas what was causing the inflammation in my body, I was told I had to have a colostomy, an unpleasant procedure where what was left of my intestines would be removed and I… Read more…