It’s 12:36 AM on 7/15/25. I’m finally starting to feel slightly better. It’s been a very long night (and day). I’ve felt like my body was staging a full-on rebellion. Headache that wouldn’t quit? Check. Stomachache that felt endless? Double check.

This is life with Hashimoto’s.

For anyone who doesn’t know, Hashimoto’s is an autoimmune disease where your immune system mistakenly attacks your thyroid. It sounds small, but your thyroid controls so much—your energy levels, metabolism, hormones, and even your mood. When it’s under attack, everything feels off. Some days it’s fatigue, others it’s brain fog or pain that creeps into every corner of your body. And then there are days like today, where it’s all of the above.

I’ve been living with it for over a decade now. I’ve gotten somewhat used to the triggers and patterns. However, there’s always a new surprise. Yesterday I had such a good day—just spending time with my family, laughing, relaxing, making memories. Somehow, my body decided that I’d “overdone it.” It handed me the bill in the form of pain and exhaustion.

That’s the thing about invisible illness—most people don’t see it, and honestly, many don’t understand how debilitating it can be. I’m incredibly grateful for my family. They understand my situation. I also appreciate the fact that I work from home with a flexible schedule. Without that support, I’m not sure where my mental state would land.

Because yes—Hashimoto’s doesn’t just hit the body. It messes with your mind too. There’s this constant roller coaster. You try to stay upbeat, strong, and positive. Meanwhile, your body is quietly waging its own war. I like to think I’m one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. I am also compassionate and encouraging. But that’s if I let you meet me. I’m an introvert at heart, and honestly, I find myself becoming more of a recluse as time goes by.

Work stress? I can handle that. But personal judgment—from “friends” or acquaintances—hits differently. So I tend to just… keep my distance. Protect my peace.

This is just another late-night ramble. If you’ve made it this far, it’s a reminder. The people you see smiling, working, and showing up for life might be carrying something heavy. You’ll never see what they are carrying.

To anyone else living with an invisible illness: you are not weak. You are not lazy. You are not “too sensitive.” You are navigating a world that often doesn’t understand what you’re going through. You’re still here. You’re still showing up in whatever way you can. That’s strength.

And to my fellow Hashimoto’s warriors—rest when you need to. Speak kindly to yourself. Remember that even in the hardest moments, you are not alone.

Signing off for now.

If today feels heavy, remember—rest is also progress.