The Heart Behind Running Out Of Spoons

Several years ago, I came across the cutest little set of heart-shaped measuring spoons while out thrifting with my sweet husband, each engraved with a little saying. As someone living with multiple chronic illnesses and invisible at that, the moment I saw them, I felt this quiet pull of inspiration.

By then, I already had a deep appreciation for spoons—not just because they were adorable, but because I was battling the chronic illness life, spoons had taught me just how precious every bit of energy can be. How every single spoon matters and how every bit of strength has to be measured with intention. This is the daily life of a Spoonie, and this is why the Spoon Theory is special to many of us. I wrote about it here Embracing the Courageous Spoonie Life: A Life Often Misunderstood.

These little heart-shaped measuring spoons really grew on me the longer I had them, reminding me of the grace, love, and quiet strength we give out, even on the days when we feel like we’re running on empty. Even when we are all out of spoons.

One day, I felt this nudge that maybe my story wasn’t meant to stay silent. Maybe everything I’d gone through wasn’t wasted. As much as my body felt like it was betraying me, I knew deep down that God was doing something bigger in my life. Maybe He was asking me to share it, not because it’s perfect or all that it’s all put together, but because someone else out there is walking the same lonely path, wondering if anyone truly understands.

If you’re here, maybe that someone is you or someone you know struggling.