During my spring break I picked up an urgent care visit and a new (additional) diagnosis- dysautonomia.
I spent some time mourning, obsessively googling ways to save my spoons, and finally I've come to a new ease with and acceptance of my body. I was struggling with my illness before it laid me flat on monday. More and more, I feel that anything that's with me for life-my red hair, my belly, this syndrome that never fails to puzzle the doctors and throw me for a loop, I have to accept. Embrace. Welcome it, offer it a warm blanket and a cuppa tea. I can't sit at opposite ends of the ring with my illness, not if we're going to work together through life, school, and my relationship. So I've started up a wishlist of things to make my life easier for when I have the money for them, and some coping stuff to make the things I have to do easier on my body.
Please know that any reaching out you do is really appreciated, even if I don't have the energy to respond right away. Hope all of you are doing good.
