Welcome to Chronically Girl!
Greetings, all who dare set foot on this page. Whether you intentionally clicked on the subscribe button, or were tricked into it via a series of scams and gimmicks I designed specifically to cheat you out of your personal autonomy, I welcome you! Separately and unrelated, click here to retrieve your lost package.
If you are here by your own accord, it’s probably because 1) You’re my mom, 2) You’re my mom’s friend, 3) You have a chronic illness, or 4) You’re an able-bodied person who wants to become more literate on the subject of disability, or, in my conservative uncle’s terms, you’re “woke” (and a commie).
I don’t prefer to use phrases like “able-bodied” and “chronic illness” because they’re very un-sexy, but as any chronically-ill person will tell you … none of this was anticipated.
That brings me to my spiel.
Hi! My name is Emily, I’m a 26-year-old woman living in Los Angeles, and I have an autoimmune disease called Ankylosing Spondylitis.
It’s been 8 years living with symptoms and 1 year living with a diagnosis, and well, my life is different. And by different, I do mean worse.
It’s the truth. My life is objectively worse.
Debilitating fatigue. Creaky joints. Muscle pain. Obsessive knuckle cracking that makes me look like I’m playing the invisible piano. This is certainly not how I imagined I’d be spending my peak hotness years, much less the rest of my life.
And while these symptoms are indeed extremely sucky, the truth is that the worst of it lies not in the physical, but in the emotional, mental, and spiritual. This is the part of being chronically ill that no amount of yoga, green juice, doctor visits, or Reddit doom-scrolling will prepare you for. This is the part that you have to do alone. UNTIL NOW!
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Fine, maybe I’m not the pioneer of support groups. But I am someone who understands the serious lack of resources available to those dealing with chronic illness. And in the age of the internet, why should a chronically-ill person have to venture outside their personal comforts only to gamble on a chance at community? And in the age of the internet, why is it so difficult to find an online community for chronically-ill people that isn’t characterized by absolute panic and dread?
That’s why I created Chronically Girl. A positive online community of and for people living with chronic illness. Think of it as a really exclusive club where bottle girls waterfall electrolytes and entry fees are positive ANA tests. Also, if you party too hard you might end up in the hospital (too real?).
As a Chronically Girl club member (subscriber), you’ll get access to my page on which I will be sharing my wins, losses, insights, and nuggets of feigned wisdom in pieces published twice a week.
As a Chronically Girl founding club member (paid subscriber), you’ll get access to bonus locked posts and the community chat where myself and others will be examining the most divisive issues surrounding modern medicine today including:
What is the best heating pad to use while lying in bed?
What is the best cold pack to use while lying in bed?
What is the best pillow to sleep on while lying in bed?
And other musings.
I hope this was enough to convince you that my content is worth subscribing to and also that I’m NOT the kingpin of an overseas agency designed to scam the elderly out of their retirement funds. I don’t know who would create such a harmful rumor, also, you should click here to claim your free cruise to the Caribbean.