I once had a sore throat and thought nothing of it. In a matter of months, however, my body weakened. Soon, I couldn’t swallow or talk properly. When my left eyelid fell down, I found some old strapping tape to pull it back up so I could drive into work.
Often, I’d stay as late as 10 p.m. at the office, forcing my eyes to focus and working three times harder than everyone else to keep up with my caseload. I pretended to be okay. It was a lie. I fought anxiety constantly. When I dropped off my oldest daughter at a 6th-grade leadership conference, I was so proud of her but I didn’t let myself cry; I was afraid my strapping tape would come off. I was educated, privileged, and loved. And, I was all alone.