I’m a chronically ill chaos-tamer with grit, humor, and absolutely zero interest in giving up

with no plans on stopping…

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  • I woke up 32 years old yesterday…

    Thirty-two is choosing rest without guilt. It’s choosing softness after years of armor. It’s understanding that healing isn’t linear— it’s negotiated. I talk about turning 32 and feeling down about not having a traditional job, being single, and having no kids. I discuss how society celebrates major life events like…

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    No Days Off From The Body

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  • Diagnosed, Exhausted, Feral by Necessity🩶🎀

    Diagnosed, Exhausted, Feral by Necessity🩶🎀

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  • She held it together when everything was coming apart…

    She held it together when everything was coming apart…

    She showed up tired, scared, underestimated, and still did the damn thing. She learned who to trust, who to release, and who to never explain…

About Me

I’m Diana, navigating chronic illness and pain with grit, humor, and the occasional dramatic eye roll. This space is where I share the real journey—the tough days, the small victories, and everything in between. If my story helps someone feel a little less alone, then the chaos has purpose.