I always say the same thing. I'm going to try to write more regularly. I'm going to do a better job of updating you on my life. I'm going to worry less, live more, be better, write more transparently, share more of what's in my mind, etc. But if I'm being real, I can't do that anymore. At least... not right now. I've been going through some shit. Some serious shit. I'm admitting that things I experienced were traumatic to me when for forever, I'd shrugged them off. Medically, since May I haven't been okay. I've been in doctors' offices every week or couple weeks, having surgeries, getting no answers, continuing to get blood draws, going back in for follow-ups and still hearing doctors tell me, "We still don't know what's happening." I'm pretty calm about most things, but when I have zero idea about what's happening in my own body that's making me sick and causing me pain... my brain goes to worst case scena...
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