What gibberish is this? I recall thinking. One of those impractical, implausible Zen monk deals that make me barf in my mouth? FOH. As a grown up, I can admit when I’m wrong. This thing about letting it be okay isn’t the typical made-up nonsense self-help wannabes spout. Once mastered, this is an important life skill. One I wish I had learned before I actually needed to use it. It’s all about manipulating that mean soundtrack of self-talk into the shut-up position. Momentarily I’ll give you the exercise that dramatically changed my inner monologue in a week. For now, as I am terribly vain- but also judge myself by how much I tried to help people each day? Let me share a little of my spoonie-transition story. Hopefully this real life account helps you or someone you know. I wasn’t born chronically ill. At least not in the way that it interfered with my daily life. I’ve been both asthmatic and anemic since birth. But I grew out of the asthma for a while as a child, and I don’t remember ever having an inhaler. My mother told me I was anemic at some point, but I don’t remember it ever mattering. Although it explains why I was tired before the CLL probably began to lay dormant in my 20s. When transforming from a person who has a few down days of illness a month to being a perpetually invisibly ill person. I began to lose things that I didn’t

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