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Shattered Dreams and A Broken Heart

It's been a year. Well, a little more than a year. It was a year of shattered dreams and a broken heart . I feel like I've opened up my laptop a billion times, urging my heart to write, begging my hands to speak for me, but the words never came. It wasn't time. Now it's time. A year. A year that honestly felt like 10 years. Last fall, I was diagnosed with a very severe form of chronic Lyme disease, along with many other co-infections, mutations, complications, and on and on and on. Over the last year, I've seen Lyme angrily awaken inside me and do its worst to destroy my body. And in some ways it succeeded (rest in peace, gallbladder). Each week seemed to be worse than the last. Each week, a new diagnosis, a new longterm implication, a new medication, a new side effect. Now, I look down at my arms and see the scars from weeks and weeks of IV therapy. I brush my hair and see the short hairs growing back in from the bald spots that accumulated during intense

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