The Girl Who Cried Wolf – A Column by Kristi Page

Kristiana “Kristi” Page is a surfer, barista and university student studying an Arts/Science Degree in Philosophy/Mathematical Modelling.
Living on the picturesque Bellarine Peninsula on the South-East coast of Australia, she’s deeply passionate about salt water in all forms, amazing coffee – even though she’s not allowed to drink it – and above all else traveling the world: one country at a time!

Diagnosed with Stage IV: Lupus Nephritis at 20, she’s determined to not be defined by her auto-immune condition. Using writing as a medium for self-expression she hopes to share her life and journey to both raise awareness and support others in similar situations!

A big believer in the concept of dialectics, she loves to share her usually unorthodox – and sometimes controversial – views with the world; and in turn have others share theirs with her.
Quirky by choice, inquisitive by nature and above all else: smiling, always!

March 9, 2018March 8, 2018

Revalidation and a New Mindset

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Today was an important day for me. Coming home from work, I found an envelope with my name on it. Inside was a letter from my university inviting me ... Read more

March 2, 2018March 1, 2018

An Open Letter to My Boyfriend, from Your Girlfriend with Lupus

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Telling you about my chronic illness was nerve-wracking. I couldn’t help but feel anxious and vulnerable revealing something so incredibly personal. It involved unveiling the very worst part of ... Read more

February 23, 2018February 21, 2018

Too Sick to Be Healthy, Yet Not Sick Enough to Be Sick

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If I’ve learned one thing about living with an invisible illness, it’s that my life exists in limbo. Though I generally tend to feel good, I live knowing that ... Read more

February 16, 2018February 15, 2018

What My Parents Taught Me About Love and Lupus

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When I think about love, I think of my parents. Though they’ve been together for the better part of 35 years, the best word I’d use to describe their ... Read more

February 9, 2018February 7, 2018

A Life of Depending on Doctors, Thanks to Lupus

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Dependency is part of the human experience. A large majority of the early years of our lives are spent relying on parents and guardians to teach us the ins ... Read more

February 2, 2018February 1, 2018

Questioning Whether I Am to Blame

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Lupus is a big, black question mark in every sense. Of course, there’s the fact that there’s no cure, but even more frustrating is that we’re left without a ... Read more

January 26, 2018January 25, 2018

Tips for a Traveling Lupie

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At 16, I stepped off Australian soil for the very first time, only to fall in love with traveling the world. In my last six revolutions around the sun, ... Read more

January 12, 2018January 10, 2018

Suppressing One Monster by Exposing Myself to Others

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In the midst of a harsh Australian summer, for the very first time this year — but definitely not the last — I’m sick. The silly thing is that ... Read more

December 22, 2017December 21, 2017

Redefining ‘Normal’

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There are two distinct types of normal that exist in my life with lupus, and their distinctions are incredibly important. There is the type of normal that accompanied learning ... Read more

December 15, 2017December 14, 2017

Facing My Mortality

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Being diagnosed with a chronic illness means being opened up to an endless string of existential realizations. One of these is that your new state of being is not ... Read more

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