Note: This blog is based on lived experience and general information. It is not intended as medical advice. Always consult a healthcare professional.
The decision didn’t feel like a choice.
It felt like a cliff edge.
A stack of pamphlets, some half-hearted reassurance, and then “We’re starting you on a biologic.”
Maybe you were scared.
Maybe you were relieved.
Maybe you didn’t even know what questions to ask because your brain was too fogged by pain, exhaustion, and fear.
Biologic therapy is life-changing, no doubt.
But there are so many things I wish someone had sat me down and said.
So if you’re standing where I stood at the start of your biologic journey, scared and hopeful all at once, this is for you.
It’s Normal To Feel Terrified
Nobody tells you that saying yes to biologics can feel like mourning your "old self."
Even if that self was sick. Even if that self was exhausted.
Biologics aren’t Panadol. They’re big guns. They’re serious medicine.
They force you to admit to yourself and everyone else, that this isn’t “just a phase” or “just stress.”
This is chronic. This is forever.
And that hits you right in the chest.
You’re allowed to be scared.
It doesn’t mean you’re weak.
It means you’re human, facing something massive, with all the courage you can muster.
You’ll Feel Like a Lab Rat (And That’s a Good Thing)
Blood tests. Infusions. Specialist check-ins. More blood tests.
You might feel like a pin cushion. You might get sick of the smell of antiseptic wipes.
You might wonder if this is your whole life now, being poked and prodded like a science experiment.
But here’s the truth:
You’re finally being monitored properly.
You're finally being seen as someone worth fighting for.
After months (or years) of doctors brushing you off with “just IBS” and “try yoga,” the hypervigilance of biologic therapy is weirdly comforting.
Someone is watching.
Someone cares enough to track the tiny markers of your healing.
You’re not invisible anymore.
You Might Grieve Harder Than You Expect
Nobody told me about the grief.
The way it hits you at 2AM after your first injection.
The way it bubbles up when you cancel a trip because you need to be close to a hospital.
Grief for the body you thought you had.
Grief for the future you thought would be effortless.
Grief for the you that didn’t have to spell out your medical history to strangers.
Grief because you tried all the natural remedies people promised cured them but it didn’t for you.
You are allowed to mourn.
You are allowed to sit in that sadness without guilt.
You are allowed to feel both grateful for the medication and heartbroken that you need it.
Two things can be true at once.
You’ll Find A New Version Of Strong
Biologic therapy doesn’t make you weak.
It doesn’t mean you “gave up” on natural remedies.
It doesn’t mean you failed.
It means you chose to fight smart.
It means you chose to put your life first.
It means you refused to spend another year wasting away because someone on Instagram said turmeric could cure you.
Strength isn’t about pushing through until you collapse.
Strength is knowing when to reach for help and grabbing it with both hands.
You’re stronger now than you’ve ever been.
Even on the days you cry.
Even on the days you doubt.
Even on the days you’re too tired to leave the couch.
Note
This blog is based on personal experience and publicly available information. It is not intended to replace medical advice. Always consult a qualified healthcare professional for decisions about your health.
