When people see me, they don’t expect I’m someone who lives with an autoimmune disease. I’m in shape. I take care of myself. I run a business coaching incredible humans. And my family is always priority #1. So when I sit in the waiting room, my doctor often looks at me like he’s trying to figure out why I’m even there. But when a flare hits, everything shifts. My brain gets fuzzy. My energy drops to zero. My focus disappears. That’s when my “push through” pattern starts to kick in. I’ve done...