Living with Lyme is like playing fetch with no ball. You keep running, chasing, hoping something will finally come back — an answer, a...

You didn’t disappear. You were surviving. While the world spun forward without you, you were locked in a battle no one else could see. And when you finally re-emerge, it’s not to open arms—it’s to a world that’s already moved on. That disconnect? That grief? It’s real. And it deserves to be named.

I thought getting better would feel like relief. Like a sigh of freedom. Like I could finally exhale and start living again. But the...