Amy Judd, “Mute Butterfly”, Oil on canvas

Invisible Illness

Lyme found its way to me through the back of my left knee; Bartonella found me the same way. The doctors saw their fingerprints all along me — some were partial, others fully marked and in plain sight. The first doctor blamed a spider, the next few accused my mind, until I could only see shaking heads standing in front of me. I gathered myself up every time, the guiding force inside me always telling me to trust its light.