Washington, DC

Infected: October 2009
Diagnosed: January 2010
Current health: still fighting the symptoms of chronic Lyme on a daily basis

I am invisibly sick and I was hiding behind a smile. Not any more. I am at war with this disease. –Maisie M.

Maisie is a young blogger who got her start writing about her own trials with the disease on her award-winning blog, LymeChick.  With a goal of finding some community and creating more awareness, she has used the platform to advocate and connect with people all over the country struggling with the frustrations of getting to accurate diagnoses and effective treatments. In May of 2015, in honor of Lyme Awareness month, she also released her first single, Light Found You, a song she wrote about living with chronic illness. Maisie first shared her story on Suffering the Silence, a community website for those suffering from chronic illnesses, including Lyme.*

“Many people have facades. Facades can be a means of preservation. A kind of armor that no one can penetrate. A shield that keeps others from knowing too much about you. With this armor on, you can pick and choose what the outside world perceives of you. It can also be lethal.

Maisie McInerney(2)“I dedicated the past year to acting. Acting like this strange, bizarre, new world of living with Lyme disease was standard. Acting like, I’d expected this my whole life. Acting like I wasn’t bothered in the slightest that overnight, my life as I’d known it, stopped. I never went anywhere or did anything without a smile.

“When I was eleven, I was diagnosed with Systemic juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. For weeks I’d had spiking fevers, crippling bilateral joint pain and swelling, and a mysterious rash that covered me head-to-toe. At that point I’d never been more afraid of anything in my life. My body was attacking itself and I was left with no control, as simply a spectator. I was put on multiple drugs to treat the disease: prednisone, humira, anakinra, voltaren, thalidomide, methotrexate. None of it worked.

“I was an eleven year old girl stuck in bed, frozen in a state of sickness. I caught glimpses of normal life through my peers. I knew [my life] wasn’t normal. I knew being this sick for this long was weird and I could only imagine what other people thought. Some said I was faking to get out of school, others were positive. I couldn’t have arthritis because only older people were affected. But this had become my ‘normal.’ It had become standard to take a hot epsom bath at 3 AM, and to keep a microwave in my room so I could heat up hot packs for my joints, or have four icepacks on my body at one time.

“My life had become a war against this disease that I was determined to win. My only objective, my only goal was to get better, stay ahead of the pain, and not let it define me. Not let the pain become my life. When pain meds weren’t enough, I tried acupuncture, bath soaks, paraffin wax dips, hot packs, cold packs, homeopathic herbs, crystals, anything to have a life again. Why wasn’t I getting better?

“Because I didn’t have systemic juvenile rheumatoid arthritis. I was misdiagnosed. I had Lyme disease. Which was only getting worse and aggravated by the rheumatoid arthritis (RA) treatment. This mystery disease wrongly labeled RA was in remission for almost nine years, until 2009.

“In October of 2009 I came home feeling different, just ‘off.’ I was always terrified that I’d push myself, that just by staying up late, or going to a party for two hours that I’d be done. What I thought was RA would come back, and I’d only have myself to blame for overexertion. This was a different feeling though, I felt like I had the flu. This overall crummy feeling lasted for 3 months, until I finally couldn’t power through anymore. I was bedridden. I woke up on January 1, 2010 and knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t going away quietly, not without a fight. That was when my real battle with Lyme started, the day I was diagnosed.

“The month of January was a blur. I was in bed 24/7, only getting up to go to various doctors. I was too tired to sit up; too weak to venture downstairs. I remember after one week passed thinking, ‘It’s been seven days now; this [illness] couldn’t possibly last much longer. I’ll be better by Monday.’ That week turned into months and I wasn’t improving.

“Friends came to visit me once or twice, always saying things like, ‘But you don’t look sick!’ and, ‘Well you seem great to me!’

Maisie M (1)“I never wanted anyone to feel uncomfortable around me. I never wanted anyone to sense how bad I felt, or to honestly know how miserable I was. Because to me it was both embarrassing and impossible to quit the act. If people came over or called me on the phone, I had to rally, I couldn’t possibly tell them the truth, ‘Hi, I’m sorry I’d love to talk, but I feel like I’m about to puke and I feel a migraine coming on.’

“My exterior was perfect. If you saw me, you wouldn’t think twice. You wouldn’t know I was in too much pain to choose the stairs over the elevator. Or that, for the past two hours I’d been fighting nausea, always staying close to a bathroom. I’d become an actress. And the act was a lie.

“I had created an ironic mess.  I know now that you can not assume that everyone you encounter knows your story, your disease, or your extreme pain, solely based on the fact that you live and breath your illness. I desperately wanted people to believe how horribly sick I was, but for the life of me, I wouldn’t show it. I wasn’t being honest. Only my family knew how miserable I was. And I even hid it from them. I was isolated from the world. Lying in bed, watching old friends finish school, go to parties, and take everything for granted. I had become so appreciative of my healthy days that I couldn’t afford to take anything for granted, least of all my health.

Maisie McInerney“I am invisibly sick. Lyme is nasty, but you can’t see it. And this is what is most frustrating. I wish I had something more dramatic to show for the hell I’ve been through. I wish I had solid, tangible proof that I’m as sick as I am, that I could hand it to anyone skeptical. I hope and pray that one day Lyme will not be so controversial. That Lyme patients won’t have to fight tooth and nail just to get adequate treatment.

“All I can say is, I’ve been in bed for an entire year now. I’ve had echocardiograms; EKGS; 200+ blood tests; X-rays of bones I broke just by carrying a bag; surgeries; MRIs; spinal taps; and a PICC line inserted into my vein and threaded to my heart (twice). This year is one I’ll never forget. I learned lessons that I’ll be forever grateful for. I’ve learned how fragile life is. I now appreciate everything I used to have. I’ve learned that despite what I used to think, I am strong. I’ve learned that those who stand by you when no one else will are the only ones you should keep in your life. And I’ve learned to stop acting.

“Living with Lyme is like climbing a treacherous mountain. You take the right pills, you follow the right steps you might make an ounce of progress and take the next step in healing. But you’re scared because getting to the top means there’s the risk of falling again. I’m ready to quit the acting. I am sick. I won’t always be this way, but this period of my life is tough and I’m over being ashamed. If I can’t be honest about how I feel around people, then I shouldn’t be around them.

“I was hiding behind the smile. I am not as happy and carefree. Behind the smile, I’m at war with a disease. I’m exhausted. I ache. I’m clinging to normalcy in the wake of chronic illness. I feel like sleeping for the next three days, and I no longer want to eat.

“The smiling girl was lying, filled with fear and embarrassed. If you believed her, you were wrong.

Maisie M


Visit Maisie’s blog: LymeChick.com.


*Excerpts from Lyme stories have been shared between Bay Area Lyme Foundation and Suffering the Silence as part of an ongoing partnership between the organizations and with the permission of the authors.


2 Comments on “Maisie M.

  1. I’m sorry. I went to 26 different doctors and a specialist for 5 and a half years of hell on earth before the 4th neurologist I went to did a test for Lyme — Western blot. On antibiotics now… God got me through and kept me safe. God healed me and he can heal you. Jesus already paid it forward by his stripes you’re healed… I am praying for you. I’ve been there … God bless you. He cares reach out to him .

    1. Amber, were antibiotics all you needed to get well? Oral or IV? I was just recently diagnosed and haven’t started any treatment yet. I’m having trouble finding anyone to treat me.

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