Having a chronic illness is like living in another world. I know better than anyone. “Unspecified autoimmune disorder” was my diagnosis, the words they used for “your body thinks it has to kill you.” My immune system was the culprit. It targeted my digestive system, creating systemic inflammation that inhibited my ability to absorb nutrients and, later, hampered my ability to eat solid food altogether. It melted my red blood cells, prompting monthly hospitalizations. It even interfered with my..