The way wellness is defined, at least according to Merriam-Webster, is the quality or state of being in good health — especially as an actively sought goal. That’s not exactly my definition. To me wellness is a lifestyle; a way of building a healthy foundation to support my whole self.
In the chronic illness world there’s this fine line of functionality where desiring to function as a typical healthy person meets the reality that you simply can’t. Trying to help those around you understand the meaning of the term chronic, especially when paired with illness, is not an easy task. For me, and many others I’ve met along this journey, we tend to face some abrasiveness here. When someone who is healthy gets sick, they ride it out; take a few days off from work, rest, maybe take medicine but in a few days they’re back to themselves and the sickness is gone. Then there’s the life-long type of illness where you never know what you’re going to wake up to — there’s been plenty of days I started to doubt whether or not I’d even wake up.
My journey to wellness will never end and quite honestly, it has only just begun. I will always be fighting for the upper-hand, but that’s just the nature of how chronic illness affects my body. By choosing to fight positively and proactively everyday, I’ve been able to take back parts of my life I never thought possible. With my tubes and battle scars, I may never be the definition of wellness but I’ve learned I can only improve my life by fighting for it.