So I kept seeing the memes and identifying with them, until I started asking you questions, which lead to asking how to get diagnosed. And after a visit to the neuro and a questionnaire later, I’ve joined the club. TBH, it lifted a weight off my shoulders.
I will begin treatment as soon as the damned insurance clears the request for medicine. I’m hopeful about the future.
This. I’m in my 30s and it’s getting rough. I want to see medical assistance to also regain the control I felt in my youth.
Running out of those extra “it is what it is” spoons.