I can't believe it's almost been a year of treatment. My symptoms continue to slowly improve, with a few flares here and there. I'm beyond grateful, though still being cautious my optimism. This has been such a difficult year, and I know it doesn't take much for me to get thrown backward. What's funny is through all of this, a new problem has arisen: restlessness. It's like chronic Lyme awakened me to a desire to live life to the fullest. Maybe part of it is because I've seen many in the Lyme community pass away, but I've become hyper-aware of how fleeting life is. I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of dying before I've been able to do the things I want to do. I married my husband straight out of high school. When I was 20 we had our first child, and I spent the rest of my 20's birthing and raising three more kids. I love being a mother, and I love being married to my husband. I wouldn't change a thing, but the path I've chosen