“I couldn’t feel the entire right side of my face, swallow, or speak. I thought I was having a stroke. I left my husband a goodbye letter. I didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel.”
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“I couldn’t feel the entire right side of my face, swallow, or speak. I thought I was having a stroke. I left my husband a goodbye letter. I didn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel.”
“I’m exhausted fighting for my life every single day, facing death so often. I’m exhausted living one day to the next and not knowing if I’m going to be alive in the morning. I’m in a never-ending nightmare. Except it’s not a nightmare. It’s my reality.”
“We didn’t ask many questions, just signed on the dotted line. I felt helpless. I could see my baby moving around on the screen, but I couldn’t help him.”
“I set a goal to get ‘skinny’ for graduation. I was starving myself, but if anyone mentioned it, I’d become outraged. In my eyes, I was ‘finally taking care of myself’ and anyone who thought differently was just trying to tear me down.”
“The day after our wedding, while on our honeymoon, my wife stopped holding my hand. ‘What’s wrong?’ She began shaking. ‘Let’s step outside so we can talk,’ the ER doctor said. ‘She will never walk again and can’t give you children. You need to get a divorce immediately. With the way you look, you can free yourself of this burden.'”
“I bought a Doppler I used every day to make sure I could still hear a heartbeat. It should’ve been crystal clear I wasn’t okay. I spent hours Googling, ‘How to get your baby to sleep.’ I felt like I had to ‘prove’ I was a good mom.”
“I couldn’t walk like most kids or use my arms. The doctor tried to scare my parents, ‘She won’t survive.’ My mom was frightened when she heard this. She didn’t know if I would have a future or what would become of me.”
“When I went off to college, I expected my life to get so much better. I had high hopes of finally feeling whole again. But I spent my time there battling severe suicidal ideations, and I stopped eating and sleeping almost completely. My whole family watched me throw away my dream.”
“My body’s injustice and betrayal would send me fleeing to a quiet place where I wouldn’t be discovered by my kids. I’d hide in my closet, trying my hardest to muffle my crying. As the tears fell from my cheeks and were washed away, I’d wish they were carrying the sickness out of me.”
“After spending my entire life reassuring myself I’m not crazy, I hid my secret from everyone.”