My Personal Health Story
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I wrote and published this story originally on my personal social media account, including my Facebook, Instagram, and Tumblr. It has been two years since I initially shared the story with others, but they were mainly limited to family and friends. I decided to try and share my personal story with others outside of my social circle, because I know that I am not the only one who has gone through something like this. Hopefully by reading my own story, it will help you if you are going through something difficult as well.
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