It all started somewhere around 2004. The ever so subtle symptoms that you just couldn’t put your finger on. The fatigue. The weight gain. The dry skin and hair. The horrible monthly periods. The digestive issues and heart palpitations. The mood swings…and that awful little gnawing inside that something was….well, off.
Like most single Mom’s, I chalked it up to the stressors of daily life. Working more than one job and just trying to get by…. but slowly, things began to change. Old man depression knocked on my door and the overwhelming fatigue that came with him. I would sleep for hours and hours and never feel rested. I knew in my gut that something just wasn’t right.
For me, this was the beginning of my own little hell. I had no idea what lay ahead of me, or that I would endure years of Doctor’s appointments and leave with no diagnosis and no answers….and very little hope. Just a whole lot of frustration, disappointment and fear of what my future held.
This was the beginning of finding out just what I was made of.
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