February 22, 2018

Learning to Love Lyme/ A lesson in self-understanding

February 22, 2018

Learning to Love Lyme/ A lesson in self-understanding

By Jennifer Crystal

The recent celebration of Valentine’s day got me thinking about past posts I’ve written about the holiday. I’ve written about various matters of the heart: about Lyme carditis and about Valentine’s Day as a celebration of self-love. Whether you have Lyme or not, it’s important for everyone to literally and metaphorically care for their hearts, and for themselves. But what about learning to love an illness that has stripped you of so much? That’s harder but, as I’ve learned, equally important.

It’s hard to love an illness that knocked me off my skis and circumscribed my life for years. An illness that left me unable to work or care for myself. An illness that beat me down, let me get up for a minute, and then beat me down even harder with exhaustion and migraines and fevers and joint aches. What’s to love about such a disease? I spent a long time hating it.

The problem was that by hating my illness, I was hating a part of myself. For many years I just wanted the illness to leave me, so I could wipe my hands of it and move on with my life. After the first year of intense treatment, I thought I’d reached that point. I left my sick bed, went back to work, and moved to a place where I could get back on my skis.

But I never did, at least not that season. Instead, I relapsed back to ground zero and had to start the whole maddening convalescence process over again. At that point, I couldn’t have hated tick-borne illnesses more. I couldn’t have hated ticks more.

During that low period, a friend sent me an email that said, “If I ever find the tick that did this to you, I’m going to wring its little neck!”

And that’s when I realized something. It was the tick that did this to me, not the Lyme. Yes, the diseases of Lyme, as well as Ehrlichia, and babesia were making me feel awful, but they hadn’t spontaneously arrived in my body; they’d been transmitted by a bug smaller than a poppy seed. If there was anyone to hate in this situation, it was that bug (or bugs, as tests showed I may have had more than one tick bite). The ticks were long gone, but the diseases were a part of me; if I hated them, then that meant I hated a part of myself.

And so during relapse, when my illnesses were making me feel worse than ever before, I started to love them. It wasn’t easy. But as I’ve written about before, it was that relapse that made me realize what it really means to have a chronic illness. I had to accept that I was never going to be able to wash my hands of Lyme and walk away from it. I was never going to get back to my old, Lyme-free life. The tick-borne diseases were coming with me, and if I wanted to truly move forward, I would have to willingly or not bring them along.

Luckily, I was seeing a wonderful therapist who helped me not only to love my illnesses but to love myself. This didn’t just mean loving parts of myself that I liked, such as my sense of humor or my ability to connect with people. I also had to stop hating on the parts of myself I didn’t like, such as my insecurities, my tendency to over-analyze, or my perfectionism. I had to stop judging my body every time I had a setback.

Tick-borne diseases weren’t my fault. The relapse wasn’t my fault. And the more “negative” aspects of my personality-there wasn’t fault in those, either; they were just part of who I am.

Recognizing and working through those harder parts of myself helped me to become a better person. Do I still overanalyze? Sure. Am I still hard on myself? Absolutely. But I’m more self-aware, and I’m gentler on myself when I see I am falling into old patterns. Lyme gave me the opportunity to learn these lessons, and I love it for that.

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Jennifer Crystal is a writer and educator in Boston. She is working on a memoir about her journey with chronic tick-borne illness. Do you have a question for Jennifer? Email her at  jennifercrystalwriter@gmail.com