My Crohnstipated Life

I’ll never forget the first time Crohn’s landed me in the hospital. I was scared, exhausted, and completely unprepared.

I thought they’d give me some meds and send me home. Instead, I got:

🏥 IV fluids because I was severely dehydrated.
🏥 A team of doctors discussing my intestines like I wasn’t in the room.
🏥 More tests than I could count.
🏥 Steroids that turned me into an emotional wreck.

But the worst part? The waiting. The feeling of losing control over my own body.

By the time I was discharged, I wasn’t just physically drained—I was emotionally wrecked. And no one had warned me how much this disease would make me feel powerless sometimes.

But here’s the thing—I walked out of that hospital. I got through it. And I’ve gotten through many more hospital stays since. Because Crohn’s may knock me down, but I always get back up.

Stay Strong.