This month marks my four-year anniversary with POTS. I recently sat down and considered my time with chronic illness with regards to numbers. Here's what I came up with:
When I first got sick, I lost everything: my income, my degree course and my social life. I struggled to stand up for more than two minutes and I was unable to leave the house by myself. I could not think or speak coherently. I couldn’t even read a book. I slept most of my days away. It was 2015, I was 22 and I was told that I was a medical mystery.