I don't even know how to start this really. I had a GP appointment last week and I came out feeling like I'd imagined the whole last six months. I'd written things down, I had dates, I had all of it. And I still left without feeling heard. The bleeding, the tiredness that sits in your actual bones, the anxiety that comes from nowhere on a Tuesday. It's a lot to carry and I'm just. tired of explaining it. Anyway. Still here. Still tracking. x