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Exactly three years ago on this date, my body’s thyroid cells grew little stick figure arms and began waving the white flag. “We surrender! We surrender!” I spent eight hours getting acquainted with the porcelain throne that night but little did I know my life was about to change…and for the better.
I graduated from Arizona State University in May 2011. I was 22 years old. Needless to say, I was pretty proud of myself! A Bachelor’s degree already at the age of 22 and I now had my entire life ahead of me. But I also needed a job. That was fine with me – I was ready to start making money instead of spending it on student loans. The problem? I couldn’t get a job in my field of study, which was history and culture. I went to school to be a high school history teacher but by the time I was ready to graduate with my Bachelor’s, I still needed to get certified as a teacher. Forget it. I started applying for jobs. On August 1, 2011, I started a job as a banker. Little did I know, it was the beginning of a miserable career that would turn into a dream come true.
I’ve been going back and forth on writing this post. It’s about an issue that effects me everyday and it’s changed my life. I have amazing readers and supporters, and in the end, I’m hoping someone can relate, or that I can let a sufferer know that they are not alone. I’ve written personal posts before, such as my chronic pain post, and the outpouring of support was incredible. I love all you guys! Anyways…
