It's been over a year since my last post. Why? Because I was absolutely sure that nobody but my mom ever read this blog. Quite frankly, I didn't see the point in continuing to chronicle my journey for the sake of myself when half the time I really just wanted to break down and snap my laptop in half, not write about how I was going to punch POTS in the face today. But I recently found out that I'm not alone. I. Am NOT. Alone. Yes, in some ways knowing there are other athletes out there struggling with POTS makes me sad, because I wouldn't wish this on anyone. At the same time, however, it's a relief in a way that I'm not even sure I can describe. Nobody likes the feeling of carrying a burden by themselves. (Wo)man was not made to be alone - it's the first thing God describes as not being "good." So this blog continues, even if the people who recently emailed me never read another post. It continues because we continue; it presses on because we press on toward the goal to win the prize (yes, biblical symbolism, I did it on purpose). A lot has happened in the last year or so, too much to write about right now. But don't worry, I'll get to it. Some stories just have to be written, and I will write ours. Ours. Us. We. There's no longer just one.
My name is Amy Swearer, and POTS stole my life. I'm taking it back. For all of us.
