Full disclosure -- I'm that person who loves to organize things and considers myself a bit of a hypochondriac (all part of my quirky charm, people). I get my teeth cleaned twice a year, I go to the doctor annually, I eat good food, love yoga and lead a healthy, active lifestyle. Never smoked. Drink socially (because #wine). And I just found out I'm part of our little "club" after a routine blood test. Holy. Banans.
First thought: WTF?
Second thought: Naahhhhhhhh.
We're talking pure denial here because I've never had an outbreak. Not one. And as a self-proclaimed hypochondriac: trust - I check. Not a pimple, not a rash, not a suspicious spot. Nada. So here I am, a 31 year old woman who thinks life's been treating her pretty awesome ... but just found out her body has been keeping this huge secret from her. Suddenly, not feeling so awesome anymore.
I won't lie. As one of the lucky asymtomatic ones, the temptation just to sweep this emotionally (and physically) under the rug is there. But that is fundamentally not who I am. I'm someone who has always prided myself on being compassionate, caring, open-minded, and a learner at heart. Anyone in the same boat here? What do you do when it just doesn't feel real ... even when you know it is?