In 2007, I got a diagnosis that came with a timeline and an attitude: sarcoidosis had moved into my heart, and the future was being discussed like it was a fixed appointment. I did what any reasonable person would do—I decided to out-stubborn it. Years later, life reminded me that “I’m fine” is not a medical plan, especially when your lungs have their own opinions. If you’ve ever tried to live normally while your body quietly keeps score, this one’s for you.
I Am Not My Job Title (Or My Diagnosis List): Living With Sarcoidosis Without Letting It Name Me
In the U.S., “So what do you do?” is basically a handshake. And the moment you answer, people quietly file you into a mental drawer—salary range, social rank, usefulness, vibe. Add a diagnosis like sarcoidosis to the mix and suddenly you’re not even a person anymore, you’re a set of symptoms with a name tag. This is the story of how I learned to stop auditioning for other people’s categories—and how I keep choosing to be myself anyway, even when the world would rather label me than listen.
The Sinking Ship and the Whistling Chef: Sarcoidosis, Chronic Illness, and the Petty Art of Staying Afloat
Someone decided my take on living with sarcoidosis was “too upbeat,” like I’m out here harmonizing with woodland creatures while my body runs a nonstop group project I didn’t sign up for. But if you’ve ever tried to stay afloat in chronic illness while strangers critique your coping skills, you already know the real story isn’t about pretending—it’s about refusing to let misery run the whole kitchen…
Two New Podcast Episodes on Living With Sarcoidosis, Purpose, and Invisible Illness
Two new podcast episodes explore living with sarcoidosis, invisible illness, and finding purpose when life looks smaller than expected. Honest reflections on chronic illness, meaning, and being unseen — now streaming on Thoughts While Surviving: Chronic Illness.
•Roller Skating With Sarcoidosis: Grieving My Old Body (Without Turning It Into a Life Sentence)
I saw a guy land a ridiculous roller-skating trick in a beach town and my brain immediately volunteered my body for a stunt it absolutely did not agree to. Living with sarcoidosis has taught me that nostalgia can be sweet, savage, and weirdly funny—and sometimes the bravest move is not proving anything at all.
