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white coat standing before me
chart in hand.
he looked me in the eyes
told me “you’re just another tired mother”
that i was simply anxious and depressed.
if you could have felt the inside of my heart at that moment
you’d feel it breaking, crushing under the weight of
if i could only go back to that man
i’d tell him to eff off
but that isn’t very ladylike now is it?
he wouldn’t remember me anyway.
i was not just another tired mother,
i was not simply anxious and depressed,
i was chronically ill and he got it wrong,
he got me wrong,
he got it all wrong.
i’ll never forget him
but to him, i was just a passing thought,
just a mother to dismiss,
to write off.
this is medical gaslighting.
this is my story.
this is yours.
-Words by Nell T of Yours Truly Nell-
copyright 2022 Nell T.
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Hi, I’m Nell. First, I’m a wife and mother, and a believer in Jesus. I’m also a writer of words, maker of art, and chronically ill warrior. This space is where I document this one big beautiful and flawed life. Essays and diary entries, poetry and art, and peaks into my heart. Welcome.