Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Specific Carbohydrate Diet

Well, hello!

It has been quite some time, almost 7 years, since I last wrote on this blog.

I want to give a little background on myself as it has been a long time since I have written and for those of you who might start following, I don't want you to have to go back in time and relive my life 7+ years ago.

In 2002, after years of stomach pain and quite some time of bleeding and discomfort I was diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis.

Over the next six years I found myself on and off of steroids, changing medications relatively frequently, doing enemas on a nightly basis - including in my dorm room my freshman year of college (that was awkward). I spent some time doing Remicade infusions and though they worked for some time it wasn't what my body wanted.

In July of 2008, I flared for what would be the final time with Ulcerative Colitis and demanded to have my colon removed. I had had it. The road ahead would turn out to be quite a bumpy ride but nevertheless, I survived.

In about a month and ten days or so, I will celebrate being large intestine, colon and appendix free for nine years. It doesn't even seem possible. I can remember the days that followed in the hospital feeling like my world was coming to an end. Obviously, I was wrong and there was much life to be lived without some major organs.

The nine years since surgery have been filled with ups and downs, with feeling great and with feeling terrible. The past year or so has been filled with quite terrible bouts of depression and an almost constant feeling of anxiety. While meeting with my therapist, who I see on a weekly basis, we decided to determine what the root of my depression was and it seems to stem back to that initial diagnosis when I was just 12 years old. The years that followed were years where I felt incredibly alone - don't get me wrong my family was a great support but no one was in the bathroom with me holding my hand while I experienced terrible pain that left me doubled over on the toilet. Not to mention, UC isn't the most attractive disease to be talking about.

Regardless, my therapist and I decided that it was finally time I experience some of the emotions behind all I have dealt with. I have since went in search of support groups of which I have become a member of several - Thank God for Facebook! And in this search I came across SCD.

I have decided to begin the Specific Carbohydrate Diet and am inviting all of you to follow along with me on this next crazy journey of mine.

For more information on SCD, take a little looksy right here

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

All the small things . . .

Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that what we are facing is just a small ant hill in our world full of mountains. This song reminded me of this important fact:

What you got if you ain't got love
The kind that you just want to give away
It's okay to open up
Go ahead and let the light shine through
I know it's hard on a rainy day
You wanna shut the world out and just be left alone
But don't run out on your faith

Cause sometimes that mountain you've been climbing
Is just a grain of sand
And what you've been out there searching for forever
Is in your hands
And when you figure out love is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else seem
So small

It's so easy to get lost inside
A problem that seems so big at the time
It's like a river that's so wide it swallows you whole
While you're sitting around thinking about what you can't change
And worrying about all the wrong things
Time's flying by, moving so fast
You better make it count cause you can't get it back

Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing
Is just a grain of sand
And what you've been out there searching for forever
Is in your hands
Oh, and when you figure out love is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else seem
So small, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing
Is just a grain of sand
And what you've been out there searching for forever
Is in your hands
And then you figure out love is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
Oh, it sure makes everything else seem
So small

- Carrie Underwood

So, I guess it's time to start making that time count.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Ten Feet Deep

Lately, I have had this extremely weird, overwhelming feeling. Almost like I'm being suffocated. I feel like I'm ten feet deep in the ocean, not knowing when I can come up for air.

This semester has almost proved to be exactly when I expected: MISERABLE. I have a lot riding on this year as far as academics go and I am honestly trying my hardest. My father has always said, "As long as I know you tried," so I am.

I live in an apartment with five other girls and I now understand why I get a long with guys better. Girls can be NASTY! Out of my five roomates I get along with one. I shouldn't say I "get along with" but I really only like one of them. I am nice and civil with the other four but if I could go back and do this all over again, which I would never do, I would never live with these girls again. I leave school every single weekend, not necessarily because of them but, because I don't want to be there. I'm not your typical college "partier," I never have been - and all of my friends graduated in May. So instead, I come home and work and spend time with the people I want to spend time with. The one roomate I do like, hates that I go home and tries convincing me otherwise every single weekend. Which, unknown to her, just pisses me off and makes me want to go home that much more. I know that sounds nasty but I let everyone else do what they want to do without saying a word about it; how come for the past four years almost EVERYONE, at school at least, questions what I want to do. It is MY senior year and I should be able to spend it the way I WANT TO! Sorry, I know that sounds selfish and self centered, but I can't help it. I've gone through a lot to get where I am and although I'm not content where I am, I have no choice. I need to go through the next few months and suck it up - but I should be able to do it the way I want to.

I count down the days, the weeks, and the months til May 14th when I will walk across the stage and peace the hell out of school! I know everyone says not to rush through school, but its a whole lot different when you haven't rushed through and you are just done. Done with the work, done with the parties, done with the drama.

So until then, I need to figure out a way to start breathing again, to start living and making the best out of this situation. I just find myself back at square one whenever I try: telling myself I don't want to be here!!

Sorry for the depressing post - I needed to get that off my chest.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

At the tip of your toes . . .

So here it is. This day I've been waiting for begins in just a short 36 minutes. There isn't any turning back. It is time for me to live in the moment, with no regrets.

Just a few short months ago I wrote a blog about all my friends graduating - how tough it was to see them all walk across the stage and receive their diploma while I just sat and watched. Tomorrow, I move to school for the last time, for my Senior year. Sitting at dinner tonight, I told my father how weird it was that I was actually moving out to school for my Senior year - how I NEVER thought this day would come. Just about 5 years ago I began my college career, I remember sitting in the car while it was pouring raining dreading the thought of moving to college. Tonight I sit here, I wouldn't say dreading the thought of moving to college, but rather unsure. Who knows what this year will bring! When I headed West this time 5 years ago, I can guarentee you I didn't think what has happened over the past five years would have happened.
Tomorrow brings about a lot of different emotions. I'm scared and sad: This is the first year I'm there without the kids I entered school with. Without my roomates from the past two years. Without some of the people who have become more like family, my better halves. I'm stressed because my life sits in boxes and bags and crates downstairs and I know I should have loaded the car tonight but didn't. Instead, I went to see my cousin who in just 5 short days will close a chapter of her life when she moves out of the house her and her husband first bought together. I'm anxious because this is a new beginning. I know that sounds rediculous but this is the first time I'm doing this alone, without the people I am MOST comfortable with. I'm excited because the road to get me to my Senior year of college has been a long one; one that is written all over me through the scars and marks on my body. Thats right, the marks on my body tell my story - who I am and why I am the way I am. Why are they called "scars"? That word has such a negative sound to it. Regardless, I "made it" if you will. This year is MY year! I need to push aside all these other random emotions and just be happy. Happy that I'm a Senior! Happy that I have the memories of the past 5 years! Happy with who I am! . . . you get the idea!
So, here's to tomorrow. May this school year be the best yet!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

"Time heals all wounds!"

It has been said that, "time heals all wounds." Why can't the amount of time the wound takes to heal be known. I know that sounds ridiculous but I don't know how much longer I can handle this.

In my last post, I talked about regret. I mentioned a particular situation where I ended up completely regreting both my words and my actions. That "best friend" that I was afraid of losing has yet to determine whether or not he still wants to be with me. The whole "argument," if you will, started two weeks ago yesturday. Since that time I have talked to him a total of two times, and nothing could hurt more. I talk to almost everyone about it, because I am obsessing over it. I want him to stick around, to trust me, and to believe me when I say that I'm working on it, that I am really trying to be a better, more positive, person. I have no idea what is going on in his head, and what his intentions are. I want to talk to him, but everyone keeps telling me to let him come to me. My only problem is I'm so afraid he never will. Granted, if he doesn't then this was obviously never meant to be, but I can't accept that just yet. Some people have told me that it is time for me to pick up my life and move on, but I can't - I'm not ready to. Right now, I want to hold on to the hope that everything will eventually be okay. Yes, I know that things will never go back to normal and thats okay. There are things that need to change anyway, things that I didn't realize needed to change until this all happened. I guess I can look at this and think that this "time" has been for the better, that is if it works out in the end.

In the mean time, my fingers are crossed, and I hope yours are too ;-)

Monday, August 2, 2010


Have you ever done something or said something and the second the action is complete, or the words are pouring off the tip of your tounge you regret it?

Unfortunately, I have a really bad habit of that. I tend to say or do things to get a reaction out of people, and when I don't get the reaction I was looking for I get upset. As of recently I thought I was getting better with my patience and was over this extremely bad habit until last Monday when it hit me for the worst. It's like verbal diherra (I don't know how to spell that?!). I was at my boyfriend's house and was suppose to be heading back home, when he simply said "Ok." to my leaving I was mad. I know he cares about me, but I wanted him to want me to stay. Screwed up, right? So when he didn't have the reaction I wanted, I lost it. Needless to say, this turned into him not speaking to me. It has since been a week and I'm still not really sure as to what the deal is. Many people seem to think that what he is doing is mean, but in all honesty I deserve it. There have been numerous times in the past two years of our relationship that he said he was going to do this and never did. Him doing this has made me realize a lot about both the relationship we have and myself. I know I need to stop taking people for granted, especially those closest to me whom I care about most. I need to be more cautious of what is coming out of my mouth and not say things that aren't needed to be said. About our relationship, I've learned how important he is to me, that I am scared beyong belief about losing him, not so much as my "boyfriend," but more as my best friend.

I know this isn't something that you would expect to find on my blog, but I needed to get it out and as I've mentioned in previous posts I like the typing on a blog far better than handwriting in a journal.

Til' next time

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

It's when the reality all sets in. . .

It was just about a year and a half ago that I made the decision to take my second semester in a row off from school. It was an extremely hard decision then, and I knew that when it came to May 2010 I would just relive those long nights of tears and lack of sleep.

Well, May 2010 has arrived a lot sooner than I ever thought it would, and now those decisions I made just under two years ago are finally showing their ugly heads. When I decided to take those two semesters off, I had a hard time because I was afraid of what people would think of me. Yeah I had a big surgery, so what. I was young, I should have been able to bounce back without a problem - but I wasn't able to. The "adults" in my life told me I was making a good decision, that it was the best I could make. My question, is when am I going to feel this way. It is May 2010 - I should be graduating college this coming Saturday with the rest of my friends, but I'm not. On Saturday, they will all walk across the stage, receive their diploma, and leave for good. Hopefully, they will be back to visit next year - but who knows what roads life will carry them down. My boyfriend, of just about 18 months, will also be graduating. He, unlike my friends however, can't wait to get that piece of paper proving that he spent the four years he needed to receive it and leave for good. He claims that after he graduates he is never leaving his hometown. Okay, fine . . . but what does that mean for me? Yeah, I'm young and "there are plenty other fish in the sea" but that is a different problem.

Regardless, my friends had their "Last Supper" last night at the college's dining hall, they spent the day and evening at a local casino tonight, and the rest of the week brings a variety of other activities. MY problem with this, is that I am living this week with them, through them via text messaging. I wish I was there, I should be there. Had I been a healthy, normal 18 year old - I WOULD be there.

This week brings about a lot of regrets, causes a lot of rediculous questions to arise: should I have really taken those two semesters off? What would have happened if I didn't? Would I regret that now too?

It's hard. I won't try to sugar coat anything. I try to keep a positive outlook on everything all of the time. But for some reason, I just can't keep that smile on my face this week. And my friends aren't even around for me to complain to. I'm sure that come next year, I will be singing a different tune. Until then, I guess I'll rub it in their faces that I have another year of college and well, REAL WORLD HERE THEY COME!! SUCKASSS!