Turns out, I have a medical condition. A really dumb one. I have hypothyroidism. I call my disorder dumb not because I think its fake or in any way less legitimate than other diseases but rather because it made my whole life really stupid.
I can't even fully describe how bad I felt this summer. I would stare at a computer and cry, I would finish working out and cry, I would go to bed and cry. When I wasn't crying, I was mostly staring at things, or sleeping. I was always tired, always sad, always bored.
Sadly, none of this made me see a doctor - I thought I was depressed and that I'd get over it. I could rant for hours about how our societal views of depression are dangerous and unhealthy, but that's a whole different story. For this stupid problem of mine, what finally pushed me to go see a doctor was that I could no longer concentrate, and I was starting to forget things.
I was losing time. I would sit down to read an article on CNN or watch a TV show and suddenly I would notice that 3 hours had passed. Worse, I would think back on the time and realize I couldn't remember what I had read or seen. It was just gone. This was scary to me.
One blood test and a prescription later and I'm like an entirely different person. I thought I was young and healthy and yet this one thing wiped out most of my summer.
So, if my blog has seemed too quiet - that's why.
