And after a horrible few days I come to my once a month easily manageable morning buzz day (natural hormone fluctuations I guess) where I sleep like the before times and my pain and pressure settles for a few hours... I could easily live a normal happy life and feel very much like my old self, until the crushing realisation if I did I'd just end up without these brief reprieves.
I bizarrely find my self having to keep them secret too because everyone's positivity bias creeps in and they assume it's getting better.
I bizarrely find my self having to keep them secret too because everyone's positivity bias creeps in and they assume it's getting better.
