Invisible Illness

You may appear well to wandering eyes,Yet fibromyalgia wears its mask in silent disguise. Not all pain is visible. Be kind — always.

#Fibromyalgia #ChronicFatigue #ChronicPain #InvisibleIllness #bekindalways

Internal Memo — eyes only

BestGuessistan Bureau of Appearances and Performance

We regret to inform you that the Department of Wellness remains a Potemkin village.

The facades are gleaming.

Step counts logged.

Supplements sorted.

Affirmations whispered like bribes to a system we no longer trust.

All appearances suggest functionality.

But behind the surface: cardboard and collapse.

We are not well.

We are performing wellness.

We are tired.

Not sleepy-tired.

Soul-tired.

Structurally, existentially, capital-T Tired.

And yes:

When asked how we are, we say great.

When asked how we’re feeling, we say grateful.

When offered help, we say no thanks — I’ve got it.

Because here in BestGuessistan, performance reviews never end.

And we know the drill.

We optimize.

We over-function.

We disappear into deliverables and keep the dashboard green.

We are dangerously good at appearing fine.

As Barbara Ehrenreich warned: we are expected to be relentlessly upbeat — even in pain, even in crisis.

Wellness has become performance art.

And we? We’re headliners.

But by night, the beams sag.

The body mutinies in a dialect we never learned.

Flickering pain.

Fractured vision.

Static that drowns thought.

The CSATs have tanked.

The Brainjuice Bar is shuttered (out of juice) and the smoothie machine is weeping, both from condensation and exhaustion.

Every metric’s redlined.

Still, we show up.

Still, we smile.

Still, we perform.

Because in BestGuessistan, performance buys time.

And maybe — just maybe — belief.

This isn’t healing.

It’s high-functioning denial, dressed for work.

Until then, the Department of Wellness remains structurally unsound.

Visually compliant.

Spiritually on PTO.

The walls may be hollow.

But the banners are still flying.

Just don’t lean too hard.

It’s all held up by hope, habit, and whatever we had left in the tank.

Appearances@BG.gov is currently accepting inquiries, compliments, and denial.

Actual help, however, must be routed elsewhere.

#BestGuessistan #Burnout #resilience #WellnessPerformance #Satire #InvisibleIllness

Not cleared. Not sanctioned. Absolutely on-brand.

Due to a minor breach in containment protocols

(someone left a Fog Log™ in the communal compost; these things happen and are fine),

the following dispatches from BestGuessistan have been prematurely exposed.

We will neither confirm nor deny their accuracy.

But if you happen to find yourself in this order, you might just survive.

🔜 The Potemkin Department of Wellness

An internal memo from the Bureau of Appearances and Performance, revealing just how hollow the gleam of “wellness” can be when we’re soul-tired, performance-optimized, and dangerously good at faking fine.

🔜 BestGuessistan’s Corporate BS Bingo

Mission. Vision. Values. Synergy. Alignment.

The Ministry of Strategic Repositioning has finally decoded corporate doublespeak into actual human language.

And yes, it’s a game now. There are stickers. And dotting. And double dotting.

🔜 The Ministry of Ritual and Repetition

A field guide for those who need lucky socks, matched clocks, and to wash their hands exactly three times.

Featuring the Superstishwear Boutique, the Alignment Station, and the Maybe Bell™.

A gift shop is under development. Updates on a need-to-know basis.

🔜 The Modular Survival Kit

Forget the tools you’re told to need. These are the ones that actually kept us upright.

Maybe. For now. Until we need different ones.

We’ve figured it out. For now. Until it doesn’t work.

🔜 The It Dependsathon

A hedge maze housed inside the Rewirement Reserve.

Some paths are clipped with French precision. Others meander like English wildflowers.

Some are minimalist, mossy, and still. Recovery isn’t linear. It’s horticultural.

There’s a force field where questions like “aren’t you better by now?” bounce off and are never felt.

🔜 No Wrong Answers: The Video Game

You left BestGuessistan, but it left a little something in you.

This immersive post-visit game keeps the rewirement going—camouflaging vision therapy and cognitive rehab as play.

(Don’t worry. The yoga dog still won’t make eye contact.)

It’s a world. It’s a universe. It keeps BestGuessistan with you, but only as much as you want.

Individual mileage may vary.

Please note: this list is neither exhaustive nor binding.

Timelines are suggestions.

Publishing order is subject to real life, reprocessing, and rest cycles.

If you were hoping for consistency, you may be lost.

But if you’re comfortable with ambiguity, you’re home.

Filed by the Ministry of Controlled Disclosure

Because some leaks are intentional.

Everything is eventually fine. At least in the director’s cut.

#BrainFog #InvisibleIllness

#ChronicFatigue #TraumaticBrainInjury Fog

Imagine waking up each day feeling like your body is waging a war against you. Your energy is gone, your thoughts are clouded, and every movement feels like a monumental effort. For many, this is life with Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome (CIRS), a debilitating condition caused by exposure to biotoxins, particularly from mold in water-damaged buildings. Despite its profound impact, CIRS is often overlooked, leaving countless individuals suffering without answers or effective treatment.

For years, I battled an illness I couldn’t name. What started as fatigue and brain fog spiraled into unrelenting migraines, joint pain, and skin lesions that appeared without reason. I lost weight rapidly, struggled to eat, and felt trapped in a body that was falling apart. Doctors dismissed my symptoms as stress or overwork, suggesting antidepressants or lifestyle changes. But deep down, I knew something was wrong.

It wasn’t until I discovered CIRS through my own research that the pieces began to fit. A specialist confirmed what I had suspected—mold exposure from my old dorm room was the hidden culprit behind my years of suffering. The revelation was both a relief and a heartbreak. How could something as commonplace as mold wreak such havoc on my life? And why did it take so long to find the truth?

Biotoxins, particularly mycotoxins from molds like Stachybotrys chartarum (black mold), Aspergillus, and Penicillium, are potent triggers of CIRS. These toxins enter the body through inhalation, ingestion, or skin contact, setting off a cascade of inflammation. For individuals genetically predisposed to CIRS, the immune system cannot effectively eliminate these toxins, leading to persistent symptoms that worsen over time.

Dr. Richie Shoemaker’s groundbreaking research reveals that biotoxins can disrupt immune function and cause neuroinflammation. This explains the brain fog, memory loss, and debilitating fatigue that many sufferers endure. Yet, despite these findings, awareness of CIRS remains alarmingly low, even among medical professionals.

Living with CIRS felt like walking through a fog, unable to find solid ground. Each doctor’s dismissal deepened my sense of isolation and despair. I questioned myself constantly. Was it all in my head? Was I exaggerating my symptoms? This doubt, combined with the physical toll of the illness, eroded my spirit.

But my story is far from unique. Countless others are navigating the same labyrinth, searching for a name for their suffering. Many are misdiagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome, autoimmune disorders, or even depression, treated for symptoms but never the underlying cause. This gap in understanding leaves people trapped in a cycle of confusion and worsening health.

CIRS is not rare, though it is rarely recognized. Studies suggest that up to 50% of buildings in the U.S. have mold problems, putting millions at risk. Water damage, improper ventilation, and failed remediation efforts create the perfect storm for biotoxin exposure. Yet, public awareness of these risks remains minimal.

Prevention is crucial. Proper building maintenance, regular inspections, and swift responses to water damage can dramatically reduce exposure. Schools, workplaces, and homes must prioritize air quality and mold prevention to safeguard public health.

Recovery from CIRS is possible, though it requires a multifaceted approach. Jill Crista’s Break the Mold outlines practical strategies to address the physical and environmental impact of mold exposure. Detoxification protocols, such as using binding agents like activated charcoal or bentonite clay, help eliminate biotoxins from the body. Sweating therapies, such as infrared saunas and Epsom salt baths, support natural detox pathways.

Diet also plays a crucial role. Anti-inflammatory foods rich in antioxidants—like turmeric, leafy greens, and omega-3s—can reduce systemic inflammation. Equally important is mold remediation in living spaces, using professional removal techniques and HEPA filtration to ensure a safe environment.

The fight against CIRS extends beyond individual recovery. Dr. Shoemaker emphasizes the need for better diagnostic criteria, including biomarkers like C4a, MMP-9, and TGF-beta, to identify immune dysfunction. Public health initiatives must prioritize mold education and prevention to address the root cause of this silent epidemic.

The costs of inaction are immense. CIRS diminishes quality of life, increases healthcare expenses, and impacts productivity. It is a public health crisis hiding in plain sight, and it demands immediate attention.

CIRS taught me the importance of listening to my body and advocating for my health. But more importantly, it revealed the urgent need for awareness, education, and change. No one should endure years of suffering without answers. By shining a light on this invisible illness, we can empower others to seek the care they need and prevent future cases.

Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome (CIRS) is more than a medical condition; it’s a call to recognize the hidden dangers in our environment and take action. Together, we can break the silence surrounding CIRS and create a world where no one has to suffer in the shadows.

#mold #CIRS #InvisibleIllness #ChronicIllness

Been trying to get switched over to SubQ infusions with an Immunologist at Emory since another Hematologist has left where I live. My chest port has stopped flushing again also. I’ve been on antibiotics a lot recently & I’ve got an inflammatory infection in my pelvic region. Last time I wound up in the E.R. with similar symptoms they just treated it as a UTI & ruptured ovarian cyst. I now know it wasn’t that although I do have cysts. It’s just one thing after the next. Please lord grant me the strength to get through this, please? Amen #CommonVariableImmuneDeficiency #InvisibleIllness #RareDisease #ChronicIllness

CIRS has stolen the past few years from my life, subjecting me to more emotional and academic suffering than I could have ever imagined. Almost costing me my life, and requiring me to place my plans for college and my future on hold.

Despite all the medical procedures, appointments, suffering, supplements, and dietary changes, the most challenging aspect of being chronically ill at a young age, especially in college, has been the lack of support from my friends, peers, and the people around me.

Sitting alone day after day, wondering why most of my friends didn't text or check in. The friends from childhood and high school, who I didn't talk to as often, but had always promised to "have my back”; during tough times, were nowhere to be found.

Spending night after night alone and sick in bed, while my friends were out drinking almost 5 nights a week, “making college memories”; and not understanding why I was denied the good health that all other 20-year-olds around me got to enjoy, despite doing everything in my power to be healthy.

Seeing the photos of my friend group at games, parties, and dinners, I felt a surge of sadness. I was unable to attend any of those events or be in any of the pictures because I was so unwell. My empty space in the photos was an open wound; I’d often cry while scrolling through Instagram, feeling left out and forgotten, wondering when things would change, when I’d get better, and when I’d be strong enough to do all the things I so desperately wanted.

As my Illness progressed over the last two years, my friends disappeared.

My need for support increased, but the amount I received was subsequently decreased. Instead of offering to do things I could participate in, my friend group simply stopped including me in plans. Despite knowing I was too sick to participate anyway, the conscious choice to stop inviting me felt like the worst type of targeted abandonment, on top of everything else I believed I’d already lost.

As I slowly gained back my health and strength, it freed me to begin processing the way others had treated me the whole time I was unwell. When I was so sick and in so much pain, I couldn't use any mental energy. I was too consumed with "the physical", trying every second just to make it through the day.

At first, I questioned myself, wondering if I deserved the lack of support because I was so tied up in my own situation, that I wasn't able to be a “good friend”.

The lack of support continued… and as I finally began feeling healthy enough to participate in some things again I wanted nothing more than to make up for all the times I missed out, but still, my friends never invited me.

Despite going through so much and finally beginning to regain a sense of health and normalcy, I still felt as though I was in the same position as when I was at my lowest: sitting on the sidelines and watching everybody else live life.

I grappled with the same thoughts that I still struggle with to this day; If my friends truly cared about me, they would've reached out. If they truly missed me, they would've called. If they had felt like something was missing from the group because it wasn't there, they would've made an effort to include me. None of these were done. So where does that leave me?

I was left feeling hurt and shocked by a deeper absence of empathy than anticipated. I've read that one reason many people are grateful for their illness is that it's shown them who their true friends are. But what do you do when your illness proves you have almost no true friends?

This reality is something I'm attempting to reconcile with as I continue to move forward.

Until my illness struck, I was seemingly content with my friendships.

I hope I'm never so sick again that my friendships are never again tested that way, but I still don't know if I'll know whether future friendships are true or superficial. I'm still struggling to come to terms with the fact that this disease has cost me most of my friendships. I’m still struggling to overcome some of the hurtful comments said to me. I'm still struggling to accept that when I was deathly ill and close to losing my life, almost no one was there for me.

Through this, I've learned that people, especially at a young age, don't like or don't know how to talk about illness. Most seem to find these conversations uncomfortable, or scary, and it remains poorly misunderstood by the public. The lack of support I received has not just come from my friends but from doctors, the healthcare system, and universities.

I think it's hard for anyone to know how to respond in this situation, and I still try to believe that even though I've been let down, those people still care about me. I can honestly say that I wouldn’t have known how I would’ve responded had one of my friends been in my shoes.

This has allowed me to tap into my deep reserves of self-reliance and strength that I didn't even know I had.

Once I got over the shocking reality of my friend's inability to be there for me, I've mostly been able to make it through by relying on myself.

As much as it hurts at times (most times), it reminds me how much I’ve learned to love and respect myself.

Most importantly, it has taught me that speaking about tough topics like CIRS is incredibly difficult and can seem impossible. But what's the point of feeling like nobody understands you if you don't try to help people understand?

Of course, this comes with some moral "guidelines," yet I still believe that doing what you can to spread the word within your own comfort level is important. If you're reading this now, I know you understand, and I sincerely hope you find your strength to do the same.

#CIRS #MentalHealth #ChronicIllness #InvisibleIllness

I have been feeling really under appreciated at work lately but also on the defensive. Due to my lupus I have an arrangement with my boss that allows me telework after working outdoor events or if I’m having a flare. Well that’s been happening a lot lately but I try to go in the office at least once a week. Anyways to get to the point of my story, when I’m on the office I get comments like “Oh you’re here, I wasn’t sure you still worked here” or snidely “Where have you been?”. It’s so hard to not get snarky because when I’m not at work I’m either in bed or at a doctors appointment or in the hospital. That’s it! I have to use all my PTO for my illness. I don’t get to take a week off for a vacation nor could I afford one since being sick is so expensive in the U.S.

Has anyone else experienced similar social situations?

#ChronicFatigue #ChronicPain #Lupus #AutoimmuneDisease #Ableism #InvisibleIllness #InvisibleDisability #SayTheWord

Lately, I've been immersing myself in TikTok videos that focus on the concept of a "glow up" for women. It's prompted me to reflect on the multitude of beauty products I've felt compelled to purchase in order to attain the idealized version of myself that exists in my mind.

At first, I began compiling a list of these products, but then I paused. This pause represents progress for me because, in the past, I would have undoubtedly succumbed to my insecurities and purchased every single item.

My appearance has been a source of insecurity for me, especially considering that I was unwell for a period of three years and I'm still in the process of recovering. Consequently, I have scars and lesions that don't align with the societal standards of “beauty.”

I often find myself striving to meet the expectations of others, as well as my own, regarding my physical appearance.

However, I don't resemble the individuals I constantly encounter on social media. While I recognize that these influencers likely have imperfections too, I refuse to feel ashamed of my own scars and the decision not to conceal them.

Over the past three years, I've managed to shed a significant amount of weight. But in the past year, I’ve experienced a weight gain.

Assessing my progress becomes challenging when it feels like I'm regressing compared to the people around me. It often feels like taking a step backward rather than moving forward.

Despite these challenges, I am gradually gaining a better understanding of my physical needs and identity. Such self-discovery doesn't happen overnight, particularly for someone who has endured chronic illness.

Ultimately, the emotional aspect is what truly matters, and I'm grateful to acknowledge that I've made substantial progress in that regard.

The societal pressures and expectations imposed on women concerning their physical appearance, behavior, and identity can often create a sense of burden and constraint. It is unjust that society tends to prioritize a person's looks over their accomplishments and character.

I firmly believe that every individual possesses their own unique beauty that goes beyond physical appearance.

If you are currently facing challenges and still persevering, you are displaying a strength and resilience that is truly admirable.

I want to remind you that you are strong, resilient, and powerful, regardless of what society may suggest.

Your commitment to personal growth and development sets you apart, and I hold deep respect for your inner strength and beautiful spirit.

Keep moving forward, and know that you are valued and appreciated for the incredible person that you are.

#CIRS #MentalHealth #Feminism #Empowerment #mold #Selflove #ChronicIllness #InvisibleIllness #Anxiety