The Importance of Pacing Yourself When Managing Chronic Illness

by Angela Tague // September 3, 2024 // No Comments

I’m feeling more energetic, clear-minded and healthy than I have in years. However, last week I still experienced shooting pains in my wrists after typing away at my computer for hours on end. I was on deadline for a writing... Continue reading →

3 Ways to Break Out of the Chronic Illness Fatigue Cycle

by Angela Tague // June 4, 2024 // No Comments

A few summers ago, I won concert tickets off the radio. I was thrilled! But, when I realized the date of the show was the night after a concert I had already bought tickets for, my heart sunk! Did I... Continue reading →

Author Angela Tague, outside, wearign sunglasses with sun rays shining on her face.

How Imaginary Light Soothes My Chronic Pain

by Angela Tague // September 6, 2022 // 2 Comments

I thought I misheard the instructions. Visualize a white light entering the crown of the head and gently flowing down the spine. Let it settle where you feel tension or pain. As I reclined on my yoga mat, confused, I... Continue reading →

How to Be Supportive of Someone with Autoimmune Disease: Tips for Friends, Family & Caregivers

by Angela Tague // June 7, 2022 // No Comments

Every so often someone close to me asks, “How can I be supportive?”. It’s always music to my ears and a chance to tell them the truth behind managing a chronic illness that affects everything in life. So, here we... Continue reading →

What My Yoga Teacher Taught Me About Managing Chronic Illness

by Angela Tague // January 4, 2022 // No Comments

As everyone rose to their firm-footed warrior poses, I dropped down into the coziness of a child’s pose. There, I curled into a sweating, sighing mass for several breaths as the others gracefully swayed through the morning flow. At the... Continue reading →

This is My Normal: Living With Autoimmunity

Hello, My Name is Angie. (Not, ‘The Sick Girl’)

by Angela Tague // September 10, 2019 // No Comments

The first time I was referred to as ‘the sick girl’, my heart sank. Of all the labels I’ve earned over the years, I never anticipated that one. It was narrow, cold and defining. This identity popped up after quick... Continue reading →