For years, my dr was convinced that my hoof beats were horses. Here I am, diagnosed with these hashtags, wondering what if I had given up? What if I had taken those anxiety pills she pushed on me? What if I had settled for a lame diagnosis with questionable science? What if I had just listened to my dr and got acupuncture? Where would I be? Where would my family be?

It’s not enough for a dr to be dismissive - what if I had given up on myself?

Tenacity may have kept me alive. I’m hoping it’s enough to continue to keep me alive. There is no more room for giving up. Now I fight for my life, I fight for my space in this corner of the world. I dare a dr to question it now.