They Blamed Everything But My Thyroid
For more than six months, I knew something wasn’t right. My legs felt heavy and weak, I was exhausted, and I’d gained 20 pounds. I kept getting explanations for each symptom—until a blood test finally pointed to my thyroid.
They Told Me I Could Be Anything—But I Wanted (and Still Want) to Be Everything
I’ve wanted to be everything since I was a little girl.
Mania feels like that dream finally coming true—every path lit up, every idea brilliant, every possibility within reach. I don’t sleep much. I don’t want to. I wake up early to keep going. It feels like momentum, like purpose, like finally becoming who I was meant to be.
Until it isn’t.
Because you can’t walk every path at once. And when it all collapses, I’m left sorting through the pieces—wondering which version of me was real.