Hitting a Milestone

Some milestones don’t look like celebrations to anyone else, but they matter deeply. Today I went to my doctor for a routine check-up and, for the first time in years, I walked out without a prescription for antidepressants. Depression and dissociation are still part of my life they always will be, but this felt like a shift. Not a cure, not an ending, just a reminder of how far I’ve come.

Life after a hysterectomy has been messy and unpredictable. Now I’m patched up on hormones, trying to find some balance in a body that doesn’t always cooperate. Add in Ménière’s, ear infections, and the constant cycle of bloods and antibiotics, and it feels like chronic illness never gives you a break.

This is my reality: the constant push and pull between progress and setbacks, between resilience and exhaustion. Today didn’t erase any of that. But for once, I left that appointment without another script to fill and that, in its own quiet way, means something.