How I Let My Autoimmune Disease Steal My Laughter

Laughter
The Realization I Did Not Laugh Anymore

My sweetheart and I try to go on a date night once a week – to give us a chance to get our minds off work, kids, responsibility, and to simply reconnect, talk, and laugh together.  Date nights were nonexistent for a period of time when my health and autoimmune disease were at their worst. Then, as I began healing, date nights were still short and consisted of me falling asleep on the way home in exhaustion.

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On one of these date nights, my husband and I were stopped at a stoplight, not talking, and I had a realization hit me like lightning. We did not laugh anymore. In fact, racking my brain, I could not remember the last time we had laughed together. Then, to make matters worse, I could not remember the last time I had laughed at all, or even felt like laughing. I could remember my husband laughing with our kids, but apparently my sense of humor was MIA.

Stopped in the car at that stoplight, I wanted nothing more than to laugh with my sweetheart again, about anything at all. Racking my brain, I tried to think of something funny to say.  Desperately, I attempted to think of something funny that had happened with the kids recently.  When all else failed, I simply decided to just find the sensation to laugh. Nothing. Nada.

The Search For Belly Laughs

All I felt was the weight of my autoimmune disease and the accompanying emotional stress weighing me down. My autoimmune disease had struck again – this time stealing my laughter. This was going too far. I knew deep down I had allowed this to happen. That no matter how sick I was, I can still find joy and laugh. I could not even find a fake laugh within myself that night, let alone a deep belly clutching laugh. But what I did find was my determination to launch an all-out search and rescue mission for my sense of humor.

I promised myself that once I found my deep down, belly clutching, embarrassingly loud laugh, I would hold onto it with all my strength, unleash it every chance I got, and never be ashamed of it again. It did not take long to find my laugh again, once I pushed all my resources into finding it.  In the process, I made a new discovery too…laughter heals.

Choosing Joy and Laughter Every Single Day

Ever since finding my belly laugh, I unleash it everyday.  I am not ashamed of it; I am proud.  I hold my head high when I laugh so hard that I snort, because I am living with an autoimmune disease and laughing every single day.  Even when I am experiencing an autoimmune flare, I look for joy and choose to laugh, especially on the hard days.

You can learn a little more about my healing story here.

Feeling weighed down by the daily realities of living with an autoimmune disease, and dreaming of a deep belly laugh?  Here you go.  Enjoy!

“A good laugh heals a lot of hurts.”
-Madeleine L’Engle

“Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.”
-Lord Byron

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