My story starts with a fear I never knew existed: Lyme’s. I’d been bitten by a tick months ago and had chalked it up to just another small nuisance of the outdoors. That small annoyance soon morphed into something far worse, growing in strength until I could no longer ignore its call.
After countless tests and misdiagnoses, I was finally given the correct diagnosis of Lyme’s and began the arduous road to recovery. I was scared and uncertain about what the future held for me, but my doctors reassured me that with the right care and dedication, I could make a full recovery.
So I did. I took my medication when I needed to and listened to my body’s needs the rest of the time. I changed my lifestyle and focused on healing, both physically and mentally. I found solace in the small moments of joy in each day and allowed myself to reset and relax when I most needed it.
It wasn’t easy, but with each passing month, I could feel myself getting stronger and better. I was eventually declared Lyme’s free, and now I’m determined to live life to the fullest and enjoy every precious second.
My story is a testament to the strength of the human spirit and what faith and dedication can do. I’m proof that Lyme’s doesn’t have to be a death sentence. You can beat it if you never give up hope.