This isn’t treatment. It’s Russian roulette with my body.
I’m exhausted. I’m in pain. I can’t sleep. I can’t think straight. And every time I ask what’s wrong, I get a different answer.
[VISIBLE GOAL] — In 48 hours, I’m back in that doctor’s office. If I don’t have a better answer, I walk out with a prescription.
My primary care says inflammation.
The specialist says hormones.
The internet says stress.
I change my diet. Track my sleep. Cut caffeine.
For two days, I feel better.
Then it crashes.
Pain back. Fog worse.
And I can already hear it —
“See? This is why we medicate.”
And once I say yes…
Maybe this is just my life now.
Maybe this is as good as I’m ever going to feel.