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While laying in bed not sleeping at 3:30am, I decided maybe I should blog about my multiple intestinal diagnoses.  It might be a thing other people need to know about. Currently, I have active Crohn's disease in my colon.  I used to have it in my small intestine and colon intersection but now it's moved lower into the colon.  Crohn's is bad.  Hence the blog.  But I also have Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS).  Kinda the same but totally not.  Treatment for these two conditions are the total opposite from each other.  One you avoid fiber and anything with a consistency more than applesauce, the other you need fiber to make you feel better and for your guts to work right.  But it will kill you if you take fiber and eat fiber and try the whole fiber thing if you have Crohn's.  So you can see having both is a total win win scenario.  Ok not really. How do I know what's causing the problem?  Easy, I don't.  Never know....

Please fellow Crohnies... Do this survey I got from my buddy over at  Crohnological Order ,  so they can gather the latest information about what it's like to live with Crohn's.  The more information they get, the better our future healthcare will be!!  CLICK HERE for survey.  I did mine and I thank you for doing yours!! Much love, Jenni

I've struggle with severe depression since I was about 12 years old.  I have been hospitalized three times for depression.  The most recent time I was in the hospital was last year after a suicide attempt.  I held a gun to my head and pulled the trigger.  I wanted to die.  I just didn't want to be anymore.  I knew, not just thought - I knew , my family would be better off without me.  My husband would have my life insurance so money wouldn't be an issue anymore.  My daughter would be better off without my inconsistent mood swings.  She could have a normal life  My mother wouldn't have to worry about my frantic, sobbing, complaining phone calls.  Life would be so much better without me.  It wasn't just feelings. I knew it as fact in my head.  It was a relief for me to think of dying because it was my only way out.  My depression had taken me to a place that was not only dark and scary, but it fed me lies about myself a...