Five years ago, I got sick with what I thought was bronchitis, 2 months or so before Covid hit the news. After I recovered, I could no longer take a full, normal breath. At first, I figured I was just taking a little while longer to recover from the bronchitis, and I wasn't too concerned. Then one week turned into two weeks and I had my first ever panic attack, as I realized I still couldn't take a normal breath. So from that point onward, I had anxiety put on my chart, was given some anti-anxiety meds, and sent home, because my oxygen levels and heart checked out okay. I was 20 years old without a history of any health issues before this. Actually, I went on long hikes before this happened.
I was sent home in a state where I could only breathe shallowly, which wasn't severe enough to kill me, but it left me with little to no energy every day, made me feel as though someone had wrapped a tight belt around me that I was unable to remove from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep, leaving me with 24/7 discomfort. I went to PTs, lung specialists, ENTs, gastroenterologists, you name it, I went there to try and get to the bottom of this, and no dice. At this same time, I was also listening to morphic fields, which were helping me with some other health issues I had developed due to it, but frustratingly, not with this main, all-encompassing issue that I woke up with that one fateful morning. When you are struggling that hard and that relentlessly, you'll try anything :(. As one year turned into two years turned into six years of searching for an answer, while getting weaker and struggling harder to breathe, I was having a progessively harder time keeping up with life's demands to sustain oneself and was very scared that one day I would have to ctb because I didn't want the illness to have the last word. If I had a diagnosis, I could maybe take the route towards disability, but alas, I had none. I went on this forum when I was at my most emotionally vulnerable, because I felt the people here understood the deep crevice of complete isolation and despair I had found myself in, even though I never made any posts or commented.
Anyway, a few days ago I listened to some frequencies targeted towards the heart and blood circulation, and parts of my body that had felt like they were stuck so that I couldn't breathe well started to move, so I knew it was my heart. I was so excited that I went with my mom to get my heart checked out, so that I could finally have an answer to what had been plaguing me the past few years. But the doctor said my heart was fine and that there was nothing to worry about, and to drink plenty of water, lol. I firmly believe I suffered from some weird type of Covid shit. So, I'm now finally getting better, with no official answer as to what that was, and two boomer parents who will think that my half-a-decade long struggle was basically in my head, because anytime I'd mentioned that some frequency videos helped with such and such issue, they would laugh and roll their eyes. I'm scared to tell them and my friends for this reason, or worse, assume I was just lying the whole time for attention.
So, I have no one who would believe me or share in this victory, and although I've made it through, it's left me with deep psychological scars that I don't think anyone would believe me with to begin to help me with, but that's a topic for another day. So I guess I'm just posting on here because I feel like I can share it with you guys. It's surreal that I won't have to spend the remainder of my life bedbound. I'm so happy. I won't be having to ctb. Much love!
I was sent home in a state where I could only breathe shallowly, which wasn't severe enough to kill me, but it left me with little to no energy every day, made me feel as though someone had wrapped a tight belt around me that I was unable to remove from the moment I woke up to the moment I went to sleep, leaving me with 24/7 discomfort. I went to PTs, lung specialists, ENTs, gastroenterologists, you name it, I went there to try and get to the bottom of this, and no dice. At this same time, I was also listening to morphic fields, which were helping me with some other health issues I had developed due to it, but frustratingly, not with this main, all-encompassing issue that I woke up with that one fateful morning. When you are struggling that hard and that relentlessly, you'll try anything :(. As one year turned into two years turned into six years of searching for an answer, while getting weaker and struggling harder to breathe, I was having a progessively harder time keeping up with life's demands to sustain oneself and was very scared that one day I would have to ctb because I didn't want the illness to have the last word. If I had a diagnosis, I could maybe take the route towards disability, but alas, I had none. I went on this forum when I was at my most emotionally vulnerable, because I felt the people here understood the deep crevice of complete isolation and despair I had found myself in, even though I never made any posts or commented.
Anyway, a few days ago I listened to some frequencies targeted towards the heart and blood circulation, and parts of my body that had felt like they were stuck so that I couldn't breathe well started to move, so I knew it was my heart. I was so excited that I went with my mom to get my heart checked out, so that I could finally have an answer to what had been plaguing me the past few years. But the doctor said my heart was fine and that there was nothing to worry about, and to drink plenty of water, lol. I firmly believe I suffered from some weird type of Covid shit. So, I'm now finally getting better, with no official answer as to what that was, and two boomer parents who will think that my half-a-decade long struggle was basically in my head, because anytime I'd mentioned that some frequency videos helped with such and such issue, they would laugh and roll their eyes. I'm scared to tell them and my friends for this reason, or worse, assume I was just lying the whole time for attention.
So, I have no one who would believe me or share in this victory, and although I've made it through, it's left me with deep psychological scars that I don't think anyone would believe me with to begin to help me with, but that's a topic for another day. So I guess I'm just posting on here because I feel like I can share it with you guys. It's surreal that I won't have to spend the remainder of my life bedbound. I'm so happy. I won't be having to ctb. Much love!
