changing...

Around the middle of my senior year of high school, I discovered that I had hypoglycemia. For a while, I thought that it'd simply be a part of me, that I'd just take pills to manage it for the vast majority of my life.

Until I moved to Bellingham and found a new doctor. I've been seeing her since early this year, and I've finally summoned up the courage to venture out and slowly stop taking medication. Of all the medications I'm on, this was certainly not the one I would have expected to go first.

I'm finally starting to make some good changes and connections in my life right now. I'm figuring out what foods are best for me to eat, and what needs to go (i.e. sugar...which is a bummer. big time). But I've also figured out that throughout all this change, I've actually found some stability. Which is something that I've craved for so long. It hadn't occurred to me until just now, but I'm finding that yes, indeed, I do have some stability in my life.

I'm halfway through this quarter, and I'm feeling like I'm just starting to get the hang of things. (There is a huge voice inside me screaming "SERIOUSLY?!" Like, I should have already figured it out. Months or years ago.) Through my exhaustion, I'm finding clarity, and frankly, I like it. I think over-stimulation has played too central a role in my life recently. Bellingham is feeling more like my "home for now" place. I know I won't be here forever, but for now it's nice knowing that I can call it "home."