I’m Not Being Heard

 

Today’s appointment: I explained my symptoms again.

I told them everything.

Tests. Medications. Crashes. Moments no one sees.

And still… I left feeling invisible.

Some days it’s frustrating.

Some days it’s exhausting.

Some days it’s scary.

I’ve learned to document it all—appointments, tests, small wins, and crashes.

Writing it down is the only way I know to be heard.

If you’ve ever felt dismissed, ignored, or like your body is working against you…

You’re not alone.

This is my story. My body. My reality.

And I’m finally putting it into words.

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