A few weeks back, I was in a rather unpleasant car accident. It turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me; I’d told my doctor I was fine after the car accident, no lasting damage, nothing else to report. But my blood tests said otherwise; I have lived with fatigue for so long, it just feels normal. This exhaustion-monster that’s stolen so much of my life has a name: it’s hypothyroidism.
If a girl goes for a run in the forest, but there’s no fitbit attached to her to count her steps, did it really happen? Featured image from The Awkward Yeti