It’s 2017. Holy shit. It’s funny, I had made a couple of posts on here from 2013 that I’ve decided to delete, and 4 years later I can still relate to them. I’m 25 years old and I’m living at home. It’s still cold and I still feel pretty down a lot. But let me not get ahead of myself.

For all of you who do not know me, my name is Sam and I’m on a journey to have a little bit of happiness everyday. I have a very supportive family, a very loving boyfriend, and a masters degree.  I was very lost after college and I was finally getting my life together after a long ride. Then something unexpected happened, I got sick. You see, I’m your typical worry wart stress ball perfectionist. I usually take on more than I can handle and try to tackle it. But this time it was different. Long story short after 7 months of having very odd symptoms, I’ve been diagnosed with central sensitization syndrome with fibromyalgia features and pelvic floor dysfunction. I still have more tests to get done for a few more conditions but this has taken a toll on my life. I was working at a new good job, was about to move in with my boyfriend, and finally moving toward independence. But apparently that wasn’t meant to be my path, so here I am back home, getting physical therapy, learning my triggers, and trying to learn to cope. 

Anywho, I’m alive, I’m okay and I will get through this. After 3 years, I’m finally getting back into writing and finding my safe place. I’ll be writing about my life, my illnesses, and the new things I learn. I will try to emphasize positivity as that’s something that is currently necessary for my life. 

So for those of you reading, the unexpected can happen, you can’t plan life, but it will all be okay. Keep hope.