It was a rainy Thursday morning as I walked out of the doctor’s office after my sleep study follow-up appointment. The weather matched my dismal mood — I’d just received my narcolepsy diagnosis.
In my hands were packets of papers filled with information and pamphlets of treatment options. My mom was there with me. Neither of us said much, but I knew that both of our heads were spinning trying to come to terms with the situation.
I remember feeling this odd sensation; relief that I had answers, but also like life had just smacked me