I think I’ve been labeled a head case most of my life. Which makes sense because I’ve even worried about being worried, and that’s very easy to do when you’re stuck in your own head and you just. feel. so. damn. much.
The people in my life have often downplayed my symptoms or told me to quiet my ‘hysteria’ over my various ‘issues’. I’ve been told it’s all in my head.
And now, I just don’t know if I can ever go back to sleep, again. I don’t know if I ever want Jimmy to go to sleep, again. Life before the seizure is no longer. We have a new routine.
My ailments are symptoms. They are my body telling me something is “off”. It’s o.k. to FEEL them and not expect a quick fix. It’s hard to allow them to be felt and to allow them to pass through me. But now I am open about talking about them and I am open to trying all of the tools in my medical tool belt before I succumb to frustration or a tiny little pill.
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Tagged Adenomyosis, anxiety, chiropractor, crazy, diet