I opened my phone folder named "Health".

7 tracking apps. 1 symptom log. 5 years of daily data.

I pressed down until the icons started shaking. Delete. Delete. Delete. Bye, bitch 🙋‍♀️

I walked outside without checking my heart rate. 0 symptoms. Just the sun hitting the trees in the middle of nowhere.

My brain didn't need the crutches anymore. Neuroplastic training actually swept it all away.

I’m 41, I'm recovered, and I’m rewriting my life on Substack.

Come read the story, it’s 100% free and I love to be shared: