I miss you, Mom.
Everything hurts. Still so raw, this wound.
Healing, please. Heal my heart.
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A journal of my experiences living with POTS (Dysautonomia): getting through the pain and fatigue, fighting for a diagnosis, pressing on towards recovery. It's been trying in more ways than I would've ever imagined. But I know somehow it'll be better once it's all over. I'll be stronger on the other side. :)
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