Book reviews of my first novel

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I talk a fair amount about my first published novel, and its sequel which is making the worldwide distribution rounds starting tomorrow!  As an author, perhaps in particular as an independent author, I struggle with my own self-assessment of my work.  Is it good enough for people to actually read?  Will they like it?  Am I wasting my time by putting my works out there?

I’m no stranger to writing.  As an attorney of 11 years, I spent an inordinate amount of time reading and writing–but technical, legal reading, mostly of case law, and writing court motions or the occasional appellate brief (which trust me, every attorney despises–well, most every attorney).  That’s a very different kind of writing from creative writing, and regardless of how good I thought my legal writing was, or how many cases I won, I will probably always be insecure about my creative writing.

I published Hoffnungslose Ziele:  A Dark Journey of Lost Causes, my first novel ever to grace store shelves (both physical and virtual, as it is available in both print and eBook formats), on 19 September 2017.  Since then, I’ve been extremely encouraged by the feedback I’ve received, both privately, and less frequently, in publicly posted book reviews (which no author can ever get enough of!)

Because of a strange hiccup with Amazon reviews disappearing, sometimes before I could even read them, I’ve started to be more diligent about checking for (and taking screenshots of) new reviews, and I have also made several public statements encouraging readers to leave reviews at Goodreads rather than Amazon, since it seems to have less issues in terms of disappearing reviews.

I’ve consolidated those reviews I managed to screenshot (6 so far, including an Amazon review that vanished after I took a screen shot–maybe the reviewer changed his or her mind) on my book’s main page, but this morning I woke up to a review that floored me so much I just can’t help but share it:

This book was unexpected. A friend of mine recommended it to me and I was skeptical. I’m not a fan typically of anything vampire related but this book was different. From the beginning, you feel like you can relate to the characters and it’s like you’re there. It’s been a long time since a book has taken me to an entirely different world. I read it in one sitting and had to live on a couple hours of sleep the following day but it was well worth it as I seriously couldn’t put it down.

I’ve been in a very bad relationship and Anna’s disappearance (I won’t reveal too much of the story) was actually therapeutic for me as it was tough to dig in the past but also, reminded me that even when something awful happens to you, if you can get out then you can become an even better, stronger person from the experience. I started reading this book thinking it wouldn’t be my cup of tea and ended up reading it twice, which is a first for me. I wanted to be sure I understood it all.

The references to heaven and hell really made me start thinking about so many “what ifs” about when we die. You can tell by this book that the author has studied a variety of different topics that have been beautifully woven into this storyline. When Christine became a werewolf, I felt that I could smell what she smelled, and hear what she heard. I’m not a writer and the way the book was written made me actually think in my head, I feel like I understand what it’d be like to be a dog (lol) and again, being able to put yourself not only into different scenarios but being able to imagine how it’d be if you were an entirely different species, is something that I’d classify as true talent. Like I said, I find myself rooting for the characters and taking qualities and feelings that each character felt and applying them to my own life – feelings that have been buried for so many years came back with this book.

What really helps here is this novel is written as journal entries of the characters so you understand the character’s feelings as you’re gaining insight into their experiences that shaped who they are. The sorcery is written in such a real way that you feel like it could really happen, it’s that book that you know is fiction but you forget that while becoming so engrossed in the storyline. It’s a journey that delves deep into struggles with morality/ what we perceive as right and wrong based on our upbringing/ experiences and really makes you feel like you can triumph even after truly horrendous things happen. You will fall in love with the writing style, the storyline, the characters, and will be able to relate to so many deep and dark feelings that aren’t talked about much in society but should be.

This book is such an incredible read and one that will have you ordering the next one before you even finish it, I promise you! Be sure to pay attention, there are a lot of metaphors, it’s not some cheesy book about werewolves and vampires, it’s a deep book about human nature and the struggles we all face.

Wow! And after that write-up, of course she gave me 5 stars out of 5!

As I mentioned on my page about living with a chronic illness, I wrote and published both as an escape, and because I was genuinely afraid (and still am) that my days of being capable of writing a novel are numbered due to the cognitive difficulties that come with my disease.  Since writing had always been my childhood dream, I felt compelled to indulge that dream to matter the cost.  And that’s just what I did.

Reading the above review, which was posted yesterday on Goodreads and Amazon, I can now say “it was worth it.”  To leave that kind of impression on even one person absolutely floors me, and I was blown away by her comments on my book.  If I receive no other positive feedback on my first novel, or even if a bunch of people now tell me they hated it (no one has yet), it won’t matter because one person thought it was amazing and took the time to tell the world. Thank you so much!!

Hoffnungslose Ziele II:  Anna’s Crusade comes out tomorrow.  I would have liked to have made it available in print as well as eBook, but sales from my first novel just didn’t indicate there was demand for a print version.  Hopefully someday that will change, and I can add print distribution.  I personally have a strong preference for reading books in print, although I have a sizeable collection of eBooks on both iBooks and Kindle.

The sequel also tries to tackle some “big issues” in the midst of the characters’ adventures, so hopefully it’ll get a similar reception to its predecessor!

Podcast interview about my first published novel

Recently, I was interviewed for the podcast “Tales From Tef’s Tavern” about my first published novel, “Hoffnungslose Ziele: A Dark Journey of Lost Causes.” You can find the podcast episode/interview here:

Episode 5: Hoffnungslose Ziele

The podcast is also available on both iOS and Android. (I tested with both the bundled Podcasts app included with my iPhone and iPad, and the Podcast Go app for Android). Just do a search for “Tef’s Tavern” from within your podcast app and it should come right up. My interview is on Episode 5, but check out other episodes of the podcast/consider subscribing while you’re there.

The podcast also has a website at:

I hope you enjoy the interview, and before I forget, for the rest of July and all of August, the first 100 people to use my eBook coupon code can pick up a free electronic copy of my book, “Hoffnungslose Ziele: A Dark Journey of Lost Causes.” (There are less than 100 coupons still unclaimed, but that was the starting number). Also, “Hoffnungslose Ziele II: Anna’s Crusade” hits stores on the 31st! More details on the eBook coupons in my previous blog post!

eBook coupons!

With my second novel available just about everywhere on the 31st of July, I thought I’d give away a little present to those who haven’t read the first yet but would like to.

From now through 31 August, the first 99 people to use the following coupon code will get a FREE eBook copy of Hoffungslose Ziele:  A Dark Journey of Lost Causes3WNAA2

All you have to do is purchase through this bookstore:

Select the “eBook” option, proceed to checkout, and enter that coupon code 3WNAA2. Don’t forget to leave a review if you like it!

Hoffnungslose Ziele book cover

Debunking the cholinergic hypothesis of Gulf War Illness?

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I have Gulf War Illness. Or rather, whatever we’re calling the same symptoms in veterans of the war in Afghanistan. (The VA is currently calling them “chronic multisymptom illness” and “undiagnosed illnesses” because they don’t like the term “Gulf War Illness”).

This article repeated one of the more popular hypotheses about the cause of Gulf War Illness, that it is caused by cholinergic dysfunction due to exposure to organophosphates (pesticides, i.e. nerve agents) used by our own military on its members to keep nasty bugs away from us. (And in the process giving between a quarter and a third of us lifelong disabling symptoms of ME/CFS + Fibromyalgia. Thanks for keeping those mosquitoes away from me! 🙄)

Recently, I underwent RNA genotyping in order to determine which variant of the rs17228616 allele I possess:  the most common G;G variant, the less common G;T variant (occurring in about one-quarter of the population), or the extremely rare T;T variant. It was hypothesized that “[b]ecause rs17228616 promotes higher acetylcholinestase activity, [possessing the G;G variant] may be relatively protective against nerve agent and pyridostimine bromide exposure.” Naturally, I paid for this advanced genetic testing out of my own pocket, because it’s not “medically necessary” yet–it’s the stuff of pure research. But medicine moves too slow for me, so into the realm of research I have progressed.

I just got my results back and guess which rs17228616 allele I possess?  G;G. 😲

So, I’m not sure exactly what to make of this, except that consistent with various genetic tests I’ve had done on my DNA, I don’t seem to have been predisposed in any biological way to contract Gulf War Illness in Afghanistan. I’m just one of the unlucky one-quarter to one-third of war veterans who got sick from…something…we were exposed to over there.

On a more positive note, this article suggests repairing microtubules damaged by something might reverse some or all of the symptoms of Gulf War Illness. Let’s work on reversing that brain damage, please! Additionally, this article involved testing gene expression in Gulf War Illness patients and comparing it to other diseases, finding the highest level of gene expression overlap with Rheumatoid Arthritis and hypothesizing that the following medications might relieve some or all of Gulf War Illness’s symptoms: Infliximab, Adalimumab, Etanercept, Leflunomide, Cispatin, Tamoxifen, and Fulvestrant. Needless to say, I am pursuing a medication trial with one of those seven listed glimmers of hope, as I have no intention of quietly sitting (or lying down) and continuing to waste away!

So what did I learn? That the hypothesized “minor RNA allele leaving me more susceptible to neurological damage from pesticide exposure,” or in other words, that I was genetically predisposed to get Gulf War Illness, is apparently not true, at least in my case. I have the “healthiest” genetic variant of rs17228616 and should have had the highest level of protection against pesticide exposure causing permanent neurological damage going into my deployment to Afghanistan. I still got sick, and am still permanently disabled barring a major medical breakthrough in the treatment of either Gulf War Illness or ME/CFS. (Which may or may not be the same disease, in spite of having the same symptoms). On the positive side, as previous DNA testing has shown, I have “great genes” that present a low risk of various health problems, so at least I passed “healthy” genetic material on to my children.

I think there is far more to this medical mystery left to uncover… 🤔

Trying to Separate “Me” from “Me”

I have at least two public identities:  the author, and the chronically ill guy.

Originally, I set up this site for the author “me,” to promote my book(s). The same is true of my Twitter account, @KevinReinholz.

However, it wasn’t long before I found myself drawn into the quite excellent communities for individuals like myself who suffer from chronic illnesses (and often lack another means of support, connections with others who “just get it,” or who cannot endure the strain of traveling or even being out past dinner time in order to take part in a physical support group).

Logically, I *should* separate the two Kevin Reinholzes, create separate websites and accounts for the author pictured on the left, and the chronically ill guy pictured on the right. (Note: since all of my debilitating illnesses are “invisible,” I’ve got the added insult of “not looking sick” which is a whole can of worms my fellow spoonies can easily relate to–the portrait on the right more accurately reflects how I feel even if the portrait on the left more accurately reflects how I look on the outside).

To be perfectly honest, my illness doesn’t leave me with the energy to bother separating the two, or spending the time necessary to establish an “author brand” or to promote that brand, an essential part of becoming successful at writing. (If you think writing a quality book is the biggest struggle for a writer, you are mistaken).

On a more fundamental level, as well, it feels disingenuous to separate “me” from “me.” There’s only one Kevin Reinholz:  I’m 37 years old, I’m married with four children, I have plenty of anxiety about the future, most of it illness-related, and I happen to write because it provides me with a much-needed release and sense of fulfillment. Since there’s only one “me,” why should there be separate “online Kevins” presenting different faces to the world?

Until recently I’ve been a very private person, and it’s not always easy to “put myself out there” or become vulnerable to potential criticism, or worse, rejection. Nevertheless, I am who I am, warts and all, and I think I prefer to maintain a single public-facing identity rather than promote separate “brands” as part of some master self-marketing scheme. I don’t make money from talking about my illness, nor do I want to. I want to change an unjust law that penalizes disabled veterans, in particular those retired from the US military due to a service-connected disability, and I also want to further scientific understanding of the root cause(s) of my condition(s) and advocate for a change in the way the US military does business in order to stop inflicting this sort of immune and nervous system damage on my brothers and sisters in arms, but those are primarily self-actualization goals.

I do want to make money from my writing. My work options are quite limited, and legitimate, well-paying “telecommute” or “work from home” jobs seem to be more the stuff of myth than reality. Plus, turning my hobby and passion into my career has an extreme amount of appeal to me. Still, I write because I enjoy sharing my imaginings with others. I have no desire to become a marketing expert who spends far more time doing entrepreneurial sales and marketing work, albeit with my own product, than actually producing works of fiction. I am sure many, many authors who are unfortunate enough to lack a wealthy corporate patron feel the same way. They write because they’re passionate about writing, not acting as a sales person. I could sell used cars if sales were my passion. I could help others establish their “brand” if marketing were my passion. Instead, I publish at a financial loss, because writing is my passion, not those other things.

Come to think of it, I don’t see the need to separate “me” from “me.” I’m one person, an author who happens to be chronically ill.

Losing a Career to Chronic Illness

I’m still processing this one, so I will likely have further reflections down the road, but like many others, chronic illness has dramatically impacted my ability to work. In fact, it led to my involuntary disability retirement.

I served on active duty in the US Air Force for close to 11 years. For the first 6 of them, and much of the 7th, I was the picture of health. Then a deployment to Afghanistan and toxic exposures led to declining health–acute for a very brief time, then gradual, until I slipped off the plateau in 2015 and steadily declined from there. So now here we are.

I have a much longer post that I’ve been working on for a while that goes into a lot more detail about my illness history, but suffice it to say, my health became bad enough that, having a career that carries certain physical requirements and regular health and physical fitness check-ups, I couldn’t hide my illness forever and wound up under medical review, then facing a medical board to decide whether I should be allowed to continue serving or not.

Last week Friday, 16 March 2018, was my last day of work. After some touching and very kind farewells, I came home and took off my uniform, presumably for the last time. Tomorrow, Monday, is going to feel very strange, because I won’t be getting up for work. The future is now uncertain. I know that geographically I am where I want to be. I live in the home where I want to live, in the town where I want my kids to finish growing up (my oldest is already getting close), with the family I always wanted. I have a guaranteed pension, as I was forced into early retirement, which means military pension, and rated 100% disabled by the Department of Veterans Affairs, which means disability compensation for my service-incurred injuries/illnesses, so money is not the all-consuming problem it is for many people in my situation–chronically ill and unable to work full time.

Still, there will be a fairly drastic reduction in income, and that means either applying for more disability benefits (Social Security, which definitionally should be very easy to get, but according to friends is in fact very difficult to get without hiring a lawyer and fighting the Administration tooth and nail to follow their own regulatory guidance), or trying to find a new job, or do independent work on an unpredictable basis. At times, that terrifies me, while at others I feel at peace with it and confident that everything will work out, because I know I am where I am supposed to be, and did not choose my life circumstances or the premature termination of my career. On the other hand, a great many people who do not deserve to be in poverty or struggling to survive, are forced to do just that, so one cannot be too confident in his First World privilege. Bad things happen to good people all the time. Outcomes are not always determined by merit. I’m sure we can all think of rotten people who seem to have “all the luck,” and saintly people who have had to struggle all their lives and face unspeakable pain on a recurring basis. Still, I feel in my heart that everything will be all right, even if my thoughts sometimes turn to panic over the future.

To make a long story short (for now), though, chronic illness doesn’t just take away our ability to attend late-night outings with family and friends. It doesn’t just keep us away from the movie theater or make travel difficult. It can affect our very ability to make ends meet financially, and put unbelievable stress on a family and on relationships. It can also take away our sense of self-worth, since so many 21st Century cultures place value on an individual’s productivity, i.e. see people as a tool or a means to an end, rather than recognizing the intrinsic value in that person’s simply being. This is a particularly difficult problem for those of us with chronic illness, as losing the ability to advance in careers or even to have a career can drastically diminish our sense of self-worth, and lead to a whole host of mental health problems as a result.

So last week was my last week wearing the uniform of my country, and the end of a decade+ career. I wonder how I’ll feel about that in a week, in a month, in a year? For now, I plan to focus on healing and rest. I’ve been in a negative spoon trap (using more energy each day at work than I had to give) for at least the last 2.5 years, and it was slowly killing me (and making my illness worse). And that was with accommodations in place that reduced my working hours to 6 hour days and included a mid-week day (Wednesdays) teleworking to reduce the impact on my body.

I’d be lying if I didn’t say that just like facing a chronic illness itself, losing a career to a chronic illness is a mourning process, with all of the stages of grief. And in my case at least, the stages are not linear–it’s possible to be at acceptance one day and go all the way back to denial the next. Somehow, though, I trust that things happen for a reason, and that looking back this will have been a positive step, since as I mentioned before continuing to work in my present career was slowly killing me. Now I can focus on wellness, my family, and trying to find something that is less demanding on my both physically and cognitively.

Yes, I know I’m “out of uniform” since the #BlueHeartBadge is not an authorized uniform accessory, but not all disabilities are visible and it’s pretty hard (and senseless) to prosecute a retired guy for such a minor infraction.

Central Auditory Processing Disorder?

Another “weird” symptom of my ME (or CFS, or Gulf War Illness, or Central Nervous System dysfunction, or whatever you want to call it) involves “the cocktail party effect,” specifically the apparent disruption of my brain’s ability to filter out extraneous stimuli and focus on just the one I want to pay attention to. It’s been suggested to me by a medical professional, although I have yet to be tested for it, that I might have Central Auditory Processing Disorder.

Let me explain it in my own words:  I have difficulty focusing on a conversation if there is too much background noise, to include a second conversation taking place that I am not involved in. These external stimuli “intrude” upon my listening and disrupt my focus. It’s incredibly frustrating, and leads to a strong desire for quiet much of the time. When I watch a TV show or a movie, I turn on the Closed Captioning to help me catch all of the dialogue–otherwise I have difficulty following along, even if the room is quiet. It’s one of “ME workarounds” I’ve devised to allow me to continue doing things I enjoy, knowing my physical/mental limitations.

I have found that like most of my symptoms (pain, fatigue, balance difficulties, speech/finding the right words, light & sound sensitivity, emotional control, etc.), once my energy reserves or “batteries” get low (compared to my “normal” which anyone with ME knows is anything but normal when compared to healthy people), my listening ability declines dramatically as well, and my distractability increases to the point of effectively taking me out of any conversations.

Incidentally, I’ve had my hearing tested and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it. The problem, like most of mine, is neurological.

I imagine a lot of people with ME can relate to everything I’ve written above. However, I wonder if others have experienced a stranger phenomenon I’ve noticed over the last six months or so:  while I can still listen to music when not in a bad flare up of symptoms, I have an extremely difficult time tolerating male vocals and find that I listen almost exclusively to female vocalists. Weird, right?

While there have been a number of articles published about general marketing preferences for “female” voices in digital assistants, artificial intelligence, car navigation devices, etc., there are plenty of highly successful and talented male singers. I used to enjoy a number of them. Now, I find that listening to male vocals is rather like hearing fingernails on a chalkboard.

This only applies to music, so I wonder if it has something to do with this whole cocktail party effect thing and the combination of vocals and accompanying musical instruments? I have no difficulty listening to male speech, or carrying on a conversation with another male. However, whereas I used to love to blast “Nirvana” or other distinctly male singers in the car, I can’t do it anymore. It just…grates on me. But I can listen to music with a female vocalist just fine, and I’m not talking mellow, relaxing music either. One of my current favorite bands is Within Temptation, an awesome Dutch metal band. Sharon den Adel is their lead singer, and sounds amazing. I’m also a big fan of Lorde and Michelle Branch, who I liked back in the early 2000s when she made her debut but has recently returned with a bang by releasing a new album last year, “Hopeless Romantic,” which is really excellent in my humble opinion.

So if you catch me “rocking out” to an all-female playlist, well, chalk it up to yet another bizarre symptom of my ME.

Ethyl Alcohol Intolerance

This is kind of a weird symptom of my chronic illness(es), not sure which one causes it (since there’s so much overlap between them). However, I wonder if anyone else with ME/CFS, Fibromyalgia, or Dysautonomia/POTS (or any other illness) has experienced this: ethyl alcohol intolerance.

This was actually one of the earlier symptoms I noticed, back in 2014 after my return from Afghanistan, when I still felt for the most part “healthy,” before my downward health spiral. A single drink, whether it be beer, wine, or bourbon, would give me a terrible headache and make me feel hungover.

Prior to my military deployment to Afghanistan, I enjoyed my alcohol. I didn’t drink to excess, but I did routinely have a beer with my dinner, or the occasional “wine and cheese” night with my wife after the kids went to bed. Some days I even went “wild” and had two drinks in a single sitting! Point being, I was never a “heavy drinker,” sans the occasional epic fail in college, my brother-in-law’s wedding reception (still a cringe-worthy memory), or the time I tried to match pace with an Aussie friend of mine whilst bar hopping together in Japan. (Another epic fail that to this day amazes my wife how I managed to make it home, in a cab, giving directions to the driver in a foreign language with a BAC of probably .5…er, OK, really, really drunk).

Anyway, while I was in Afghanistan, alcohol was forbidden, verboten, off limits, do not pass go, banned by a G.O. (General Order). Sorry for the terrible pun…sometimes I just have to laugh at the silliness of my life circumstances, and as a father of four I have a certain reputation to keep up in terms of telling the occasional “bad dad jokes.” We had this abomination called “near beer” which was that non-alcoholic beer that tastes like, yeah. Not something you’d want to reach for to quench your thirst.

After I returned from Afghanistan, I had a celebratory beer with one of my friends from my deployment. No issues. On a few other occasions over the following months, I drank without issue. But then, out of the blue, wham, a single drink made me feel like I’d been hit by a bus. I got no buzz, but skipped straight to the feeling of a next morning hangover, halfway through my drink…from a single drink.

This frustrated me to no end, and at first I assumed I had just become a “light weight” after a little over 6 months without any alcohol in my system. So I did what any self-respecting drinker would do and kept on trying. But every drink I had just made me feel sicker, so I stopped drinking at all except on special occasions (which I paid for dearly afterwards), and before long I was a teetotaler, not due to some moral conviction or avoidance of alcoholism either in myself or the family, but because why would I want to put something in my body that I was basically allergic to?

I think the last alcoholic drink I had was in 2015, and I haven’t looked back. Now I’m pretty sure alcohol reacts badly to at least one or more of the medications I’m taking, so I suppose I couldn’t drink either way. But still, it was a weird early warning sign of my illness, and an annoying one at that. Chronic illness had to take away my vitality, ability to exercise (I used to love the runner’s high I started many of my days with!), staying awake later than my children, and even my ability to enjoy a tasty adult beverage. Thanks a lot, chronic illness.

P.S. I still have a bottle of Dom Pérignon I purchased to celebrate my military promotion from Captain to Major. It’s sitting collecting dust. I suppose some day before it turns into vinegar I’d best pop it open. After all, it’s Dom Pérignon! But I’ll pay dearly, probably for days, dare I have a glass of it.


Celebratory beer with a friend the day I got back from Afghanistan.

Being Chronically Ill

Well, I suppose it’s time I “came out” about having a chronic illness. In truth, those who follow me or who have read my comments on others’ posts on Twitter, where I go by the oh-so-original handle @KevinReinholz, already know that I have ME/CFS and Fibromyalgia, and Dysautonomia/POTS, among other conditions.

It’s funny, I started this website not with the intent of blogging, but in order to promote my book, Hoffnungslose Ziele. That was the realization of a childhood dream of mine. The motivation and sudden urgency to make that dream of writing and publishing a novel became a reality due to my illness, which for the past 3 years has been slowly robbing me of so much else in my life. For me, stubbornly persisting and creating something out of my imagination and then releasing it into the wild was my way of resisting my illness and the many limitations it has placed on my life.

I have written a very long page about my illnesses, the history, the struggle to get diagnosed, and the impact on my life. I’m not ready to “go public” with that just yet, so please bear with me if you’re interested in a long read about my evil health woes. Meanwhile, I just purchased Jen Brea’s film documentary “Unrest” and would put that out there as a “finally!” in terms of bringing attention to the oft-neglected and much-derided (but horribly debilitating) illness of ME (aka CFS). Everybody should see it. I’m not going to try to claim that my personal experience has been the same as Jen’s, because it hasn’t. Each patient is unique. But I do think her courageous work shines a much-needed light on a health epidemic that has been very much ignored and neglected.

I had no intention of ever going public with any of my illnesses. I planned to present a happy, confident public face like so many of our friends and families do on platforms such as Facebook (which I really don’t enjoy these days because it is so incredibly fake, largely snapshots created by people at their very best, or political whining and memes, or competitions for attention over who has the most drama in his/her life). After all, I was promoting a “brand”: Kevin Reinholz, freelance writer/author extraordinaire. I’ve been a relatively private person for quite a long time. Part of that was getting burned in the past for being too open, part of that had to do with professional considerations, and part of that had to do with a desire to protect/shield my family. A public person I was not.

Suffice it to say, something changed. I ventured out into the world of Twitter (which I have come to enjoy quite a bit), and between enjoying reading posts by my favorite celebrities and the occasional news story, I tweeted the occasional thought or promotional post related to my book. Then I read about a young woman suffering from two of my most debilitating conditions–ME/CFS and Fibromyalgia–on my go-to platform for news, the BBC. (Sorry, American journalists). I was absolutely appalled by her government’s heartless treatment of her disabilities, which struck a familiar chord with many of my own fears and insecurities about my own diagnoses as well as my future. So I reached out to her on, where else, Twitter.

That’s when I started making friends on the platform, friends who suffered from the same “invisible illnesses” I do. Friends who understood what I was feeling because they were feeling it themselves. There was something extremely validating, even comforting, in knowing that others felt and suffered as I did. Granted, I wouldn’t wish my illnesses on my worst enemy, but knowing I wasn’t alone meant a lot.

I was also impressed by the courageousness of this particular woman in going public with her chronic illnesses using her real name–no hiding, no pseudonyms, facing the full brunt of Twitter trolls and heartless idiots who don’t know the first thing about either her or her illnesses. She became somewhat of a hero and a role model to me. I respect her immensely. So, I resolved to try to emulate her, even just a little, by going public with my own illness story, in the hope that others unable or too afraid to go public could read about my experiences and feel validated about their own. In truth, I’ve already let most of the proverbial cat out of the bag, in the course of publicly conversing with my #spoonie Twitter friends.

I don’t expect to ever have nearly as many followers as my #spoonie hero, or as powerful of a voice, but in my own small way I hope to contribute to the conversation and the solution by lending my voice to the cause. More to follow as I save up enough spoons to write!

Hoffnungslose Ziele Coupons!

Happy New Year! As a gift to bring in 2018 right, I found a way to give out coupons for my book!

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Happy New Year and enjoy the book!