Today I did not spend time in a doctor’s office going over my physical symptoms.  Rather, I spent my time at the doctor this morning sorting through emotional symptoms. For 60 minutes every other week, I sit and work through the mental issues and stress that come from day to day life with my psychiatrist of 11 years.

Now that I know I have POTS and Ehlers Danlos, the question has transitioned from what is wrong with me to why is my body doing what it is doing because of these disorders?  It is ironic to me that I searched for a LONG time for answers, and when I found them, I received answers without answers.  Do not get me wrong.  It is a relief to know my diagnoses.  And it is a relief not to have to go to another specialist only to be treated like a crazy hypochondriac, while being handed a depression scale.  But to be honest, I like things black and white.  I like to know that if I do A, B will happen.  I like to have problems (or disorders) where a “one size fits all” kind of approach tends to work.

This post is not meant to offend anyone.  But it is something that I constantly experience on a day to day basis.  I know in my heart people mean well.  And that they want to pay me a compliment.  But I also feel that at times people are trying to make sense of it all when I am told,  “But you don’t look sick.”  “But you look so great.”  “I’ve never seen you look better.” “But you look so beautiful.”