For the greater part of ten years, I’ve kept my health complications private. I never spoke about the myriad of doctors appointments where I was analyzed and examined like a specimen only to get inconclusive diagnoses. Pain radiates through my every tissue and fiber and yet it is invisible to the outside world. I became convinced it was psychosomatic and I cloaked my misery. Pleasure has been over-shadowed by my condition and now I am left with Anhedonia.
I have decided my perception is real. I aim to document my journey through these layers grief and shame in search for more than just endless questions. This ongoing series is a reclamation of self as I experience the evolution of acceptance.