WellLupus

They Said Pregnancy Would Be Dangerous… But God Had Other Plans ✨ 👶🏽💛 When I was first diagnosed with lupus, I was drowning in symptoms—fatigue that stole my energy, joint pain that made movement unbearable, unexplained fevers, and so much more. My body was in full rebellion. I fought for answers, and when I finally heard the words "You have lupus," the relief of knowing was quickly replaced with fear of the unknown. Doctors told me my condition was chronic, unpredictable, and could lead to complications down the road. But the hardest words to hear? "Pregnancy might not be safe for you." They warned me of the risks—preterm labor, preeclampsia, organ damage, even life-threatening complications. The statistics were real, but so was my faith. I didn’t just want to just survive lupus—I wanted to thrive. So, I committed to healing. I changed my diet, fueled my body with green smoothies and anti-inflammatory foods, prioritized rest, and managed my stress. I...

You Don’t Have to Do It Alone 💪🏽❤️ For the longest time, I thought healing was something I had to do alone. I believed I had to be strong enough, disciplined enough, and motivated enough to push through by myself. But the truth? Healing requires support.   I couldn’t have done this without my husband. 💛 He’s been my rock, my encourager, and the one reminding me to keep going—even when I wanted to quit. But this journey wasn’t just hard on me. It was hard on him too.   He had to watch me at my lowest— carrying me out of bed just so I could make it to the bathroom, seeing me crippled in pain, struggling to walk, constantly battling fevers and exhaustion, and witnessing my health decline right before his eyes. He didn’t want to see me like that, and honestly, I know how hard it was on him too. But instead of feeling helpless, he jumped right into the lifestyle changes with me. He adjusted his diet, worked out by my side, and made sure I had the support I needed e...

Life with lupus 🦋 I was diagnosed with Lupus in 2019 🕊️ and  I’ve been healing ever since. At my lowest, I couldn’t even open a water bottle, put toothpaste on my toothbrush, or stand long in the shower. On my worst days, I could barely walk and my husband had to carry me out of bed.  💔  I was turning 25 at the time, but I felt like I was turning 85. I truly wondered,  “What kind of life is this going to be?” But I heard God collects every tear, and I’ve held onto that promise ever since.  💧🙏  “For when I am weak, than I am strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:10 Looking at photos from when I was at my worst still brings up a lot of pain. It’s hard to relive this chapter of my life, but I don’t wanna hide my hurt anymore. Deep down, I believe this is part of my purpose. I’m sharing my story in hopes that it reaches someone— anyone —who needs to know healing is possible. If you knew me during this time, you probably had no idea what I was going through—unless ...

Healing Through Nourishment: How I Put Lupus Into Remission by Treating Food as Medicine When I was at my lowest, I was told this was going to be a lifelong disease —that I’d have to live this way forever. The joint pain, the debilitating fatigue, the rashes, the fevers… this was just my new reality. But deep down, I refused to believe that. I knew God was calling me to heal. At 25 years old, I felt like I was 85. Every morning, I woke up feeling like I had climbed a mountain in my sleep. My immune system was at war with itself 24/7, attacking both unhealthy and healthy cells. Simple tasks became impossible—I couldn’t even open a water bottle or put toothpaste on my toothbrush without help. Some days, my husband had to carry me to the bathroom because my body wouldn’t move on its own. I was trapped in a body that felt like it was giving up on me, and yet, I wasn’t ready to give up on myself. The Turning Point After months of misdiagnoses, gaslighting, and medical dead ends, I took matt...