By Ruth Hunter-Hill
In early 2021, I found myself very “out of sorts.” Though 2020 was over, I remembered all too clearly the stress the year brought into my life beginning on January 1 with an excruciating headache. By June, I had received a brain aneurysm diagnosis and suffered a scheduling debacle with a local hospital system. By the end of 2020, I had survived the two brain aneurysm procedures and was the picture of good health.
I had survived and moved on. Or had I? Something was just not right with me. My appetite was weird – I was eating everything or nothing at all; my body ached for no apparent reason; I had trouble staying focused – reading a book was impossible; I was either unable to sleep r I wanted to sleep all the time; and the crying. Oh the crying. Uncontrollable crying. I felt like I was falling apart.
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