You would not believe how excited I am. Over the past six months there were a couple of weeks when I could hardly get out of bed due to the way I was feeling. Just walking from the bed to the bathroom would bring on heart palpitations which would last for hours. I would become out of breath practically unable to move.
Now I feel great! Not quite 100%, but I can at least live life more normally.
This whole experience has taught me to slow down and be grateful for the things I never noticed before – like my health. In middle school and high school, I never knew how to slow down. I was taught that sometimes you have to keep going even when you’re tired. While this is true to an extent, I saw it as an opportunity to push my limits physically. I would go too long without eating. I would do physically active things without giving myself enough time to rest.
After having an entire season (about five months actually) of feeling significantly unwell off and on and having anxiety, word cannot describe how relieved I am to be able to function again.
I literally felt trapped inside my own skin.
After that experience, I definitely want to take care of myself by all means. Even when I just sit at home and do nothing, I am so joyful because I’m not feeling so bad – like I can enjoy my life again.
If you were to ask me what I did to make the suffering go away, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. One day my heart just stopped pounding, and I wasn’t out of breath anymore.
As of now, it’s been about a week of feeling normally. I don’t want it to stop. I wouldn’t wish for anyone to feel what I was going through.
Now I am thankful for every day that I am able to walk around the house. In the past week I have cleaned out two closets in the house – something that would have been nearly impossible before. It’s hard to believe that cleaning out a closet makes me this happy, but it truly does! I can go for a walk, I can run, I can do activities now! Sometimes I still get out of breath, and sometimes my heart feels a little funny like it’s beating irregularly.
I’m taking it one day at a time, and I’m so happy that God has given me life and the grace to live again.
Have you ever felt awful for a long period of time? Either physically or mentally? Were you able to overcome it? How did you start feeling better? Share the comments.
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