I'm Not Always Me - a Column by Kalyn Shelton

To whom it may concern, I, Kalyn Shelton, wish to return my body as well as my mind because of chronic fatigue, nausea, pain, anxiety, depression, and more. I received this item a little over 30 years ago and began experiencing severe issues in July 2020. Please be advised that…

My alarm rang promptly at 8 a.m. so I could make it to work by 10. I still wasn’t feeling my best, but I found the strength to get out of bed and gather the clothes I needed to wear that day. For days prior, I’d spent hours rearranging and…

“In sickness and in health, until death do us part.” On April 27, 2019, my husband, Daniel, and I made the biggest commitment of our lives. Little did he know that less than two years later, sickness would overpower health. In July 2020, I started experiencing symptoms of acute…

The pain of an acute intermittent porphyria (AIP) attack is almost unbearable. It feels like someone is squeezing my right side with their fingernails, and it won’t stop. It has to stop. I almost can’t take it anymore. “Yes, I can!” I say to myself. I can get through…

As I shared in my previous column, my husband, Daniel, my mom, and I drove to Chicago last month for PorphyriaPalooza. The event, held Sept. 13-15, was designed to bring together members of the porphyria community. Fifteen hours after starting our journey, we made it…

Toothbrush, check. Clothes, check. My book, “I’m Not Always Me,” check. Purple hair, check. Finally, I was ready to go to Chicago for the PorphyriaPalooza! My husband, Daniel, and I had traveled to Michigan from our home in North Carolina in March 2019. Five years ago, Lake Michigan…

Note: This column describes the author’s own experiences with several antidepressants and other mental health medications. Not everyone will have the same response to treatment. Consult your doctor before starting or stopping a therapy. I touched on it in my previous column, but I’d just like to say that…

“You can go with them,” I told my husband, Daniel, as I lay in the hospital bed. “Go where?” he asked. “Out the window,” I responded. Considering we were on one of the top floors of the hospital, Daniel was very confused. Anyone would’ve struggled to grasp what was going…