I need to realize the self-fulfilled purpose of merely existing. I was created. I lived. He was glorified. It is finished.

Somewhere out there is a young woman whose life has just been derailed by Lyme, unsure if life is still worth living. For her, I write.

I’m entering my 5th month of treatment for Lyme disease (suspected 10th month of infection), and I’m having a rare “good week” when I...