NASHVILLE. MUSIC CITY. LAND OF HOT CHICKEN, BACHELORETTE PARTIES, AND TAYLOR SWIFT. (She does own like 10% of the city at this point, right? At least that’s what I’m lead to believe.) And also home to this year’s Dysautonomia International patient, caregiver and physician conference! For the first time ever, we ventured away from our usual… Continue reading #DysConf 2018: Raising dysautonomia awareness in Nashville
I’m five years into diagnosis, and it’s only the beginning
Some people have a very distinct “sickaversary.” Others have a given “diagnosaversary.” I have neither. Developing dysautonomia was a slow burn, it developed just as my body did from pre-pubescence into adulthood. And getting my diagnosis was a long, jumbled path. There was a distinct day my psychiatrist said, “I think you have POTS”—but keep… Continue reading I’m five years into diagnosis, and it’s only the beginning
I don’t know what changed in me, but it’s something big
CW/TW: mentions of suicidal ideation My depression has a set pattern: I’m well. Something trips up. I start to fall, fall, fall. I crash hard. I pull myself together. I get up. I get stronger, better, happier. I’m well again. I’ve done this a hundred times in my 25 years. I’m an expert. But when… Continue reading I don’t know what changed in me, but it’s something big
An FAQ on TMS and other acronyms
Two years ago, I told you about my experience with TMS, Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation. I told you how it pulled me out of depression like nothing I’d ever experienced before. How I relapsed, but I was waiting on insurance to approve another round. Since then, a lot has changed. In the Fall of 2016, I… Continue reading An FAQ on TMS and other acronyms
I’m going for the title of World’s Worst Patient
I don’t want to go to my cardiologist. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. It’s nothing personal. The farthest thing from it, really. He’s lovely. So is his wife who is another doctor at his practice. They’re kind, spend a lot of time on their patients, and they know what they’re doing.… Continue reading I’m going for the title of World’s Worst Patient