My Crohnstipated Life

I’ve had a lot of flares over the years, but one stands out. One that pushed me to my limit.

It started like any other bad day—stomach pain, nausea, that all-too-familiar dread creeping in. But this time? It didn’t stop. Hours turned into days. I couldn’t eat. I could barely drink. I was in and out of the bathroom, weak, dizzy, and completely wiped out.

By day four, I was in the hospital, hooked up to IV fluids, my body too exhausted to function on its own. I remember lying in that hospital bed, feeling like I would never feel normal again.

But I did get through it.

💜 I let people help me.
💜 I stopped trying to power through and let my body rest.
💜 I listened to my doctors and actually took care of myself.

And you know what? I came out of that flare stronger. Because that’s what we do. We fight, we fall, we get back up.

And we keep going.

Stay Strong!