My name is Lisa Walters. I’m 26 years old and I live in Newfoundland, Canada. Lots of people aren’t sure where Newfoundland is so I will help you out. You know how you were taught by movies and probably that world geography class you took to boost your grades in high school that Halifax is the furthest east that Canada stretches, right? Well just stretch even further east and you’ll find the province of Newfoundland. Your geography teacher needs to find better resources. This rocky island is foggy, damp, cold and wet most of the time. I usually complain about living here. But if you’re not from here and you complain about Newfoundland I won’t be internet friends with you. My relationship with Newfoundland is similar to my relationship with my older sister, Kayla. I can pick on her incessantly but the moment you say something shitty about her I will push you into a wall. My sister once went on a national game show and told all of Canada that her relationship with me was “iffy.” But I still love her. Same goes for Newfoundland.
Like most North American twenty six year-old girls, my interests include: myself (I have a personal blog, I’m obviously a narcissist), Mindy Kaling, Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, animals wearing sweaters, my bearded boyfriend, Disney movies, Kurt Vonnegut, leg warmers, over-priced lattes, Jewish mysticism, reading Al Jazeera, Jimmy Fallon, leather satchels, chocolate, cupcakes, chocolate cupcakes, constantly telling people how many celebrities I’ve run into, heating pads, folk music, reading blogs about how to restore vintage furniture but never actually doing it, Wes Anderson, comparing myself to Jennifer Lawrence, and the occasional Taylor Swift song (that shit’s catchy).
I have my Masters in Religious Studies. I studied religion & pop culture, cults, mysticism and every other “weird” course I could find. I am not qualified to become a “priest” or a minister, no matter how many times my family members ask me that question.
I have spent the last six years of my life dealing with some chronic health problems. The doctors that I’ve visited just can’t seem to make up their minds about which illness they want to stick me with (editors note: THEY DID MAKE UP THEIR MINDS AND I HAVE LUPUS! Take that, Dr. House!). Such an ordeal has put me in a lot of situations I never really expected myself to be in at my age, or ever really, because I’m a spoiled middle class twenty-something. A lot of those situations have some pretty unfortunate aspects to them but myself and my friends always seem to find the humour in them, so I want to share that humour.
While I am not expecting my blog to completely change your life if you have a chronic illness and happen to stumble upon it, I certainly do try my best to write meaningful and just plain funny things for those twenty-somethings with chronic illness. I like playing my part in connecting members of our community with one another, and to plant the idea in someone’s head that they aren’t alone in this. With that being said, this blog is also not solely dedicated to my experiences with chronic illness, because when you are in your twenties a lot of other awesome and often times embarrassing things happen to you that seem more important than your health problems. So you will find lots of embarrassing personal essays compiled here on this website, because there’s no better way to feel
crippling anxiety success & fame than to put your whole life out there on the internet for your family, friends, high school bullies and the staff at Cineplex who sell you the popcorn & hot dog combo three nights a week to read.