Three months ago, my rhythm changed.

Getting to the diagnosis is a story I’ll write one day.I’m not quite ready to admit how much I ignored myself, but I am ready to talk about the journey since  the phone call. Yes, I found out over the phone. They needed a reason good enough to make me get myself to the emergency department immediately  and start treatment. Was there a better way to do it? I’m not sure.But I’m grateful the system prioritised treatment over my sense of calm. In hindsight, it was the right call,

The one thing that ignited anger in me as a twenty-something was being told, “everyone’s timeline is different.” Back then, I felt like I had to keep up with the world, with expectations, with milestones. (You can blame the internet, my millennial mindset, or the magazines I grew up with for that one.) At 28, life showed me how quickly everything can come crashing down when you live for others.And at the near end of 34, life reminded me again. Even when you think you have the