Umm, so about that post everyday thing during the month of November…I fell off the wagon. I’m going to try and pick up where I left off…

Topic: Write about a time you had to take the high road.

Setting the scene:  The following pretty much covers a day in my life at the doctor’s while I was searching for answers, and BEFORE I was diagnosed with POTS and EDS. 

I’m in a funk.

There, I said it.

The first step is acknowledgement, right?

I slept for 10 hours last night.  That is huge.  Gigantic.  A relief.

I know I have kept quiet for a while.  I would rather write about how well I am doing than how much I am struggling.  But sleep gives me perspective,

I feel like there is a time and a place to tell certain parts of your “life story.”   Sometimes, the time just does not seem right.  I have realized that this is okay, and often, the time will present itself when it is right and meaningful.  That is what happened to me this week.

When I was 17, something happened to me that changed my life forever.  I have always wanted to keep this part of my story