The more specialists I saw, the worse each hospital appointment got. First it was the ENTs, then the Audiologists, then finally the Neurologists. Each time they referred me to a new specialists, my hope of getting a diagnosis and treatment slipped away a bit more. And then it got to the bit where they'd say "I'm sorry, we can't help you anymore", until only the GPs were left, and they were less patient than the specialists. Eventually though, someone listened, and I managed to get some help. Even though it was a completely different type of help to what I expected, it helped me become what I craved for so long... To be free. I'm not completely free yet, but I am more than I was before. Some days, like today, I feel so lucky, and so happy because of the help that I got. It's amazing really. I will never forget where I was before, because it makes me appreciate where I am now so much.
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