It would be an understatement to say talking about this has become much harder. Life got real unpredictable, real quick. The phrase I coined to cope, “everyday is an adventure in thyroid land,” has taken on all sorts of new and fucky meanings, of which, I’ll spare you the details. Although I quickly had to get over my need to explain or apologize for my situation because it’s exhausting and uncomfortable for all parties involved. Instead I just went in, deep. This process has been a hell of a ride and I’m super ready to get off but my body isn’t on board with that just quite yet. I’m navigating that with my team of people and that’s about all I can say about that. With that said, theres this historically, well-traveled road, where I’ve allowed my body to take control of my mind in these situations. As corny as this might sound, being faced with your own mortality can really fuck with your sense of self. Surgery felt like my 9th life in many ways. So my world got very small between this and my PhD - and to be honest it’s working. I’ve spent time growing and deepening myself, my relationships, my career, and my art; things that are invaluable in helping me work through this life series in unconventional ways. I will likely have a lot to say at some point but I’m pouring that energy back into those areas I see as invaluable. I don’t really know what that looks like yet or how I even get there. Cause everyday is an adventure in thyroid land and I suppose I’m along for this god forsaken ride. I am OK.
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А я все ещё пытаюсь переместить себя в старые американские фильмы.