I never followed Montreal Healthy Girl to find out what she did with her thyroid problems. What I do know is her website was taken down during the Covid period .
Here is another person's intense but accelerated story as she made sure her life didn't end up like her Mum . I read this , and like you cannot vouch for anything this long advert is saying . But if it's true then thyroid sufferers need to hear this immediately today !!!.
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Got prescribed Levothyroxine today. The same medication that took my mother's life before she was even gone.
TSH is 4.8. Doctor says that's "high normal but symptomatic." Whatever that means. She's starting me on 50 micrograms. One pill. Every morning. For the rest of my life, probably.
I took the prescription. Walked to my car. Sat there.
Couldn't drive. Couldn't move. Just sat there holding this piece of paper.
Levothyroxine 50mcg.
My mother took this for twelve years.
I don't know what to do.
---
March 15th
Didn't fill it yet.
Husband asked why. I couldn't answer.
Just keep thinking about Mom.
She took it every single morning. 6:15 AM. Never missed a dose. Had this little pill organizer. Sunday through Saturday. Would show me every week—all seven days empty. "See? I'm taking it. I'm doing everything right."
She'd show me her lab results too. Every six months. After the endocrinologist appointments.
"TSH is 2.3. Doctor says it's perfect. The medication is working."
But she wasn't working.
Year 3, they let her go from the college. "Performance issues." She'd been a lecturer there for fifteen years. Never missed a day before the thyroid thing.
But then she was calling in sick two, three times a week.
"I just can't get out of bed," she'd say. "I sleep twelve hours and I'm more exhausted than when I went to sleep."
Her boss thought she was lazy. Making excuses.
She wasn't lazy. She was dying.
But her TSH was perfect.
I keep coming back to that.
If the medication was working—if her TSH was in the perfect range—why couldn't she get out of bed?
That doesn't make sense.
---
March 18th
Doctor's office called. "You haven't picked up your prescription."
I said I needed more time.
The nurse sounded annoyed. "Your TSH is 4.8. You're symptomatic. This is urgent."
Urgent.
Mom's TSH was 2.1 when she died. "Perfect range."
What's urgent is I don't want to end up like her.
---
March 22nd
Can't stop thinking about the weight.
Mom gained 40 pounds in eight months. Year 5 of taking the medication.
I watched what she ate. Salads for lunch. Grilled chicken and vegetables for dinner. Smaller portions than me.
I was maintaining my weight. She was gaining.
"You're just getting older," her doctor said. "Metabolism slows down. Try eating less."
She tried. Cut her portions in half.
Gained another fifteen pounds.
I remember Dad suggesting—not mean, just confused—"Maybe you're sneaking food when no one's looking?"
She didn't speak to him for three days.
Then one morning I found her in the bathroom. Just staring at herself in the mirror. Pinching the fat on her stomach.
Not crying. Just staring.
"I haven't eaten all the pies," she said quietly. "Why does everyone think I ate all the pies?"
Her TSH was 2.1. Perfect.
But her body wasn't listening.
I'm already gaining weight. Fifteen pounds in six weeks. Haven't changed anything.
What if it gets worse on the medication?
What if my TSH goes to 2.1 and I gain forty more pounds and everyone thinks I'm lying about my food?
---
March 25th
The wigs.
God, the wigs.
Year 7. She just started wearing them one day. Answered the door wearing one. Smiled like nothing was different.
"Mom. Your hair—"
"It's fine. This is easier."
She wouldn't let me see her without it. Not for two years.
When she finally did—I could see her scalp. Patches completely bald.
"Dermatologist says it's stress. Another pill."
She never wore her real hair again. Not to family dinners. Not to church. Not anywhere.
I'm losing hair now. In the shower. On my pillow. When I brush it.
Handfuls.
Started looking at wigs online last night. Researching which ones look most natural.
I'm 51. I'm researching wigs.
Mom was 56 when she started wearing them.
---
March 28th
Husband found me up at 3 AM last night. Sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop. Research articles everywhere.
"Sarah. What are you doing?"
"Research."
He sat down. Looked at the screen.
I'd typed: "does levothyroxine work for everyone"
First result: Medical journal. "25-30% of hypothyroid patients remain symptomatic on Levothyroxine despite normalized TSH."
Twenty-five to thirty percent.
One in four. Maybe more.
He didn't say anything. Just sat there reading with me.
Clicked another link. Patient forum.
"I've been on Levo for eight years. My TSH is 'perfect.' I lost my job because I kept calling in sick. Nobody believes me when I say I can't get out of bed. They think I'm lazy. But I'm not lazy. I'm dying."
That could be Mom writing that.
Another post: "Gained sixty pounds on Levothyroxine. Eating 1000 calories a day. Doctor says I must be lying about my food intake. I'm not lying."
Another: "All my hair fell out. I wear wigs now. Can't remember the last time I went out without one. Doctor says my TSH is fine. But I'm not fine."
Another: "I have no thyroid. Had it destroyed with radioactive iodine thirty years ago. Been on Levothyroxine ever since. My TSH is always 'perfect.' But I'm exhausted, freezing, gaining weight, hair falling out, can't think straight. If the medication is working, why do I still feel this way?"
My husband looked at me. "These people... they sound exactly like your mom."
"I know."
"But their doctors say the medication is working."
"I know."
"So what's happening?"
"I don't know. But I'm not filling that prescription until I figure it out."
---
April 2nd
Found something.
Was searching "can levothyroxine not work" and found a study.
"T4-to-T3 conversion requires specific nutrients and low cortisol. High stress, nutrient deficiencies, or chronic inflammation can block conversion."
Read it three times.
Levothyroxine is T4. That's the inactive form.
Your body has to convert it to T3. That's the active form. That's what your cells actually use.
If something blocks that conversion... the medication is just sitting there. In your blood. Not getting into your cells.
TSH would look perfect. Because TSH measures the signal from your pituitary to your thyroid. It sees the T4 in your blood.
But your cells are starving.
Oh my god.
What if that's what happened to Mom?
---
April 3rd
Couldn't sleep. Back at the laptop.
Searched: "cortisol blocking thyroid"
Article after article.
"Elevated cortisol inhibits 5'-deiodinase, the enzyme required to convert T4 to T3. Result: Normal TSH, normal T4, but low cellular T3. Patients remain symptomatic."
There it is.
That's the enzyme. That's the step.
High cortisol blocks it.
Found a case study: "52-year-old female. Twelve years on Levothyroxine. TSH optimal. Persistent fatigue, weight gain, depression. Salivary cortisol testing revealed chronic elevation. Cortisol-lowering intervention resulted in symptom resolution without changing thyroid medication."
Twelve years.
Cortisol.
They never tested Mom's cortisol.
---
April 4th
Went down a rabbit hole.
If high cortisol blocks the medication... what else does it do?
Searched: "cortisol autoimmune disease"
"Chronic elevation of cortisol triggers systemic inflammation. Inflammation activates immune system. Prolonged activation leads to autoimmune responses. Immune system begins attacking body's own tissues."
I sat back from the laptop.
Stared at the screen.
Mom's autoimmune diseases didn't appear all at once.
They appeared in sequence.
Year 1: Hypothyroid.
Year 4: Hashimoto's. Immune system attacking her thyroid.
Year 6: Fibromyalgia. Immune system attacking her joints.
Year 7: Chronic fatigue syndrome. Body shutting down.
Year 8: Lupus. Immune system attacking everything.
Year 9: Raynaud's. Blood vessels.
Year 10: Autoimmune gastritis. Gut lining.
One after another after another.
Like dominoes.
What if it wasn't six separate diseases?
What if it was one problem—high cortisol—cascading through six different systems?
High cortisol blocks the thyroid medication from working.
High cortisol triggers inflammation.
Inflammation makes your immune system attack you.
First your thyroid. Then your joints. Then your gut. Then everything.
Mom's doctors never tested the one thing that explains everything.
Six specialists. Twelve years.
Endocrinologist. Rheumatologist. Gastroenterologist. Neurologist. Dermatologist. Primary care.
Not one tested her cortisol.
Not once.
---
April 5th
Why was Mom's cortisol high?
She lost her job. Year 3.
They said she was lazy. Performance issues. She thought it was her fault.
She gained forty pounds everyone blamed her for. Year 5.
Her husband thought she was eating in secret. She wasn't.
Her hair fell out. Year 7. Started wearing wigs. Wouldn't leave the house without one.
They removed part of her colon. Year 10. Surgery.
She couldn't remember things. Year 11. They wanted to start her on dementia medication.
She was taking nine pills every morning.
She was watching her body fall apart piece by piece while doctors kept saying her TSH was perfect.
Of course her cortisol was high.
And nobody tested it.
Nobody lowered it.
So it just... cascaded.
For twelve years.
Until she died.
---
April 8th
I'm showing symptoms now.
Not just fatigue and weight gain.
The cold. My hands and feet are ice all the time. Turn the heat up to 75. Husband is sweating. I'm still freezing.
Brain fog. Forgot where I parked yesterday. Had to wander the parking garage for twenty minutes. Thought I was losing my mind.
At work I lose my train of thought mid-sentence during calls. Have to ask people to repeat things three, four times.
Sat in a meeting yesterday. Words on the screen didn't make sense. Read the same slide five times. Still couldn't comprehend it.
This is how it started with Mom.
Year 7. Couldn't remember her grandchildren's names. Would forget conversations we'd had that morning.
They ran cognitive tests. Said early dementia.
But it wasn't dementia.
Her cells couldn't access thyroid hormone.
And nobody checked that.
I'm on the same path.
---
April 10th
Okay so it's cortisol.
But what am I supposed to do about that?
Can't quit my job. Can't stop worrying about money. Can't un-have this diagnosis.
"Reduce stress."
Everyone says that. My doctor said that last month. "You need to manage your stress better."
As if I'm not trying.
As if I'm choosing to be stressed.
I tried meditation. Three different apps. Did it every morning for six weeks. Nothing changed.
Tried yoga. Twice a week. Still exhausted.
Cut back my hours at work. Still gaining weight.
Because my body is falling apart. THAT'S the stress.
How do I reduce stress when my stress is "I'm terrified I'll end up like my mother"?
I need something that actually lowers cortisol.
Not in my mind. In my body.
Biochemically.
---
April 12th
Searched "natural cortisol reduction"
Moringa came up everywhere.
Studies from universities in India, Philippines, Japan. "20-35% cortisol reduction with moringa supplementation."
Okay.
Ordered it. Amazon. Top rated. 4.3 stars. 8,000 reviews.
Started taking it Monday.
---
May 24th
Six weeks on the moringa.
Nothing has changed.
Still exhausted. Still gaining weight. Still freezing. Hair still falling out.
Wasted six weeks.
Ordered a different brand. Whole Foods. Organic. More expensive. Maybe that matters.
Starting today.
---
July 19th
Eight more weeks.
Still nothing.
I don't know what else to do.
Follow-up appointment is in twelve days.
Every morning I wake up exhausted. That deep, hollow exhaustion that doesn't go away no matter how much I sleep.
Every time I forget something. Where I parked. What I walked into a room for. What I was saying.
Every pound I gain. Every strand of hair in the shower drain.
I see Mom.
Year 1: Hypothyroid.
Year 4: Hashimoto's.
Year 6: Fibromyalgia.
Year 8: Lupus.
Year 12: Wheelchair.
I'm on Year 1.
What comes next?
---
July 27th
Something weird happened today.
I was in Whole Foods. Supplement aisle. Just staring at all the moringa bottles.
I'd tried two of them. Fourteen weeks combined. Zero results.
Didn't have money to waste on more supplements that won't work.
Can't afford a functional medicine doctor. Insurance doesn't cover it.
My endocrinologist already dismissed me. "TSH is borderline. You're fine."
I'm not fine.
I don't know how I keep going. But I do.
Two women talking one aisle over.
"—it's not that moringa doesn't work. Most supplements are processed wrong. High heat destroys the active compounds. You need organic, low-temperature processed with verified potency."
I froze.
Processed wrong?
I walked over. "Excuse me. What did you say about processing?"
Older woman. Name badge said "Certified Herbalist."
"Most moringa is dried at high temperatures. Fast production. Quick to market. But the heat oxidizes the polyphenols. Destroys the cortisol-reducing compounds. What's left is basically inert powder. You take it, nothing happens."
My chest tightened.
"I've been taking moringa for three months. Two different brands. Nothing changed."
"Probably processed wrong. What are you taking it for?"
"My... my thyroid. My doctor wants to put me on Levothyroxine. TSH is 4.8. But my mother took that medication for twelve years and—"
My voice cracked.
"She developed six autoimmune diseases on it. Ended up in a wheelchair."
The herbalist's face changed. Softened.
"And nobody ever tested her cortisol."
"How did you—"
"They never do. They test TSH. Say you're fine or prescribe medication. But high cortisol blocks T4-to-T3 conversion. That's why people take thyroid medication but still feel hypothyroid. The medication is there in their blood. TSH looks perfect. But cortisol won't let it activate at the cellular level."
She knows.
Someone finally knows.
"And chronic high cortisol triggers inflammation," she continued. "Inflammation triggers autoimmune responses. Your immune system starts attacking your thyroid. Then your joints. Then your gut. Then everything. It cascades."
"So the Levothyroxine didn't cause my mother's autoimmune diseases..."
"No. But it didn't prevent them either. Because high cortisol was the root problem. The medication treats the lab value. Cortisol blocks the medication from actually working. And triggers the inflammation that makes your immune system attack your body."
I couldn't breathe.
Everything she's saying—it's what I found at 3 AM. All those studies. All those articles.
But nobody in the medical system told me this.
Six of Mom's doctors. Twelve years.
This woman in Whole Foods just explained in two minutes what they never figured out.
"How do I lower cortisol?" I asked. "I tried moringa. Two brands. Nothing worked."
"The clinical studies used fresh, organic moringa. Low-temperature processing to preserve the active compounds. Most supplements aren't that. They're cheap. Fast. Ineffective."
She pulled out her phone.
"Only one brand I trust. Rosabella. USDA Organic. Low-temperature drying. Third-party tested for heavy metals and potency. Certificate of Analysis published online. You can verify what's actually in it before you buy."
Certificate of Analysis.
Third-party testing.
Verified potency.
Not just "moringa leaf powder" on a label with no standards.
"How do I know it actually works?" I asked. "I can't afford to waste more money. I've already spent—"
I didn't finish. Couldn't admit how much.
"You'll feel a calming effect within 30-60 minutes of the first dose. That's proof the cortisol-lowering compounds are active. Then over 2-3 weeks, symptoms start improving as cortisol drops and your body can finally convert thyroid hormones properly. If cortisol is the blocker, nothing else works until you fix it first."
Within an hour?
I don't have to wait weeks wondering?
I pulled out my phone. Ordered it standing there in the Whole Foods aisle.
---
July 29th
The bottle arrived this morning.
Took the first dose. 8:30 AM.
Sat on the porch. Waited.
Didn't believe it would work. Been disappointed too many times.
8:47 AM. Nothing.
9:02 AM. Nothing.
9:11 AM.
Something shifted.
A calm.
Like someone lifted a weight off my chest.
Not drowsy. Not foggy. Not drugged.
Just... lighter.
The constant background anxiety—the tightness in my chest, the knot in my stomach, the tension in my shoulders I didn't even know was there—
It quieted.
I stood up. Walked inside. Looked at myself in the bathroom mirror.
My face looked different. Softer. Less tight.
The lines between my eyebrows—the ones from constantly worrying, constantly bracing for the next bad thing—they weren't as deep.
9:45 AM. Checked again.
The calm is still there.
Oh my god.
It's actually doing something.
---
August 5th
One week.
Woke up at 6:30 this morning. Alarm hadn't gone off yet. I just... woke up.
Opened my eyes. Sat up. Got up.
Didn't lie there for an hour willing my body to move.
Didn't hit snooze five times.
Just got up.
Husband noticed. "You're up early."
I couldn't explain it. I wasn't more rested. Slept the same number of hours.
But getting out of bed didn't feel impossible anymore.
Made breakfast. Took a shower. Got dressed.
Didn't need to rest between each task.
---
August 12th
Two weeks.
Lost three pounds.
Didn't change anything. Same food. Same activity.
Just... lost it.
And I went for a walk yesterday. Twenty minutes around the neighborhood.
Didn't crash.
Didn't need to sit down.
Blood sugar stayed stable.
My legs didn't feel weak and shaky.
I just... walked.
Came home. Didn't need to lie down for two hours.
I can exercise again.
---
August 19th
Three weeks.
Was in a meeting at work. Someone asked me a question.
I answered immediately. Full, coherent answer.
Didn't lose my train of thought. Didn't have that cotton-wrapped feeling in my brain.
Later I realized: I didn't forget where I parked that morning.
Didn't walk into a room and forget why.
Didn't lose my train of thought mid-sentence.
The brain fog is lifting.
---
August 26th
Four weeks.
Ran my hand through my hair in the shower this morning.
Ten strands came out. Maybe fifteen.
Not forty. Not clumps.
Just... normal shedding.
Checked the shower drain. Barely any hair.
Checked my pillow. One or two strands.
My hair is still thin. Can still see my scalp in places.
But it's not falling out in handfuls anymore.
I don't need to buy wigs.
---
September 1st
Called my sister tonight.
"I can think clearly again," I told her.
Silence on the other end.
"Sarah... how?"
I explained everything. The cortisol connection. Why Levothyroxine fails. Why Mom suffered even with perfect TSH. The processing methods that destroy most moringa supplements. The Certificate of Analysis. The difference between oxidized garbage and bioactive compounds.
"I felt it working within 41 minutes," I said. "First dose. A calm. Like someone turned down the stress dial in my body. Then over the next few weeks—energy came back. Lost eight pounds. Brain fog lifted. I can exercise without crashing. Hair stopped falling out."
Her voice cracked. "If this works—if you don't end up like Mom—"
"It's working. I promise."
"I'm ordering it," she said. "Right now."
---
September 8th
Follow-up appointment today.
Nurse took my blood. Checked my weight: Down eight pounds.
Dr. Roberts came in. Pulled up my results on her tablet.
Looked at the screen. Frowned. Scrolled. Looked again.
Looked at me.
"Sarah. Your TSH is 3.1."
Silence.
"Down from 4.8. Without medication."
She waited for me to explain.
I told her. Organic moringa. Cortisol-lowering. Low-temperature processing. Third-party tested. Certificate of Analysis.
"Cortisol was blocking conversion," I said. "Once I lowered cortisol, my body could actually use the thyroid hormones it was making."
She typed notes. Nodding slowly.
"Your symptoms?"
"Better. Sleeping through the night. Lost eight pounds. Brain fog is gone. Hands and feet aren't cold anymore. Hair stopped falling out. I can exercise without crashing."
She closed the tablet. Looked at me.
"Whatever you're doing, continue. These numbers are improving without medication. We'll recheck in three months. If this trend continues, we may not need Levothyroxine at all."
May not need Levothyroxine.
No twelve years on medication with perfect labs while my body falls apart.
No autoimmune cascade.
No wheelchair.
I walked to my car. Got in. Sat there.
Then I called my husband.
"TSH dropped to 3.1. Symptoms are better. No medication."
I heard him exhale. Then his voice broke.
"Thank God. Sarah, I was so scared you'd—"
"I know. Me too."
---
Today
It's been eight weeks since I started the real moringa.
Went to get my labs drawn this morning. Results came back this afternoon.
TSH: 2.4.
Normal. Optimal.
No medication.
No following Mom's path.
No Year 4 Hashimoto's. No Year 6 fibromyalgia. No Year 8 lupus. No Year 12 wheelchair.
Went hiking with my daughter yesterday. Four miles. Up a mountain trail. Carried a backpack.
Didn't even get winded.
At the summit she grabbed me in a hug. "Mom! You did it! Can we do this every weekend?"
My throat tightened. My eyes burned.
Because the answer was yes.
And because I thought about Mom.
Who never got to say yes.
Who spent twelve years too exhausted to hike. Too heavy to climb. Too cold to leave the house. Too foggy to remember.
While her TSH was perfect the whole time.
I'm not following her path.
I found the exit before the trap closed.
---
What I Know Now:
TSH doesn't measure whether your cells can access thyroid hormone. It measures your pituitary's signal. Those are different things.
You can take thyroid medication every day and still be hypothyroid—if cortisol is blocking the conversion from T4 to T3.
Autoimmune diseases don't "just happen." They cascade. High cortisol triggers inflammation. Inflammation triggers immune system dysfunction. Your body starts attacking itself. First one system, then another, then another.
Standard medical protocols don't test cortisol. Not because it doesn't matter. Because it's not in the protocol.
Most moringa supplements are processed wrong. High heat destroys the active compounds. You're taking expensive sawdust.
The version that works—organic, low-temperature processed, third-party tested, Certificate of Analysis published—you can verify before you buy.
You'll feel it working within an hour. The calming effect. Proof the cortisol-lowering compounds reached your bloodstream.
Then over weeks: symptoms improve. Energy returns. Weight comes off. Brain fog lifts. Hair stops falling out. Exercise becomes possible.
Your TSH improves. Whether you're on medication or not.
Because you removed the blocker.
---
I'm writing this down because I want to remember.
Six months ago I was terrified.
Holding a prescription for the medication that failed my mother.
Watching my body start the same decline.
TSH 4.8. Symptoms worsening. No options.
Thought I was trapped.
But I wasn't.
The trap was believing:
- TSH tells the whole story (it doesn't)
- Medication always works if TSH normalizes (it doesn't)
- Doctors test for everything relevant (they don't)
- Autoimmune diseases are random bad luck (they're not)
- Stress is psychological and can't be fixed biochemically (it can)
- All supplements are the same (they're not)
Once I stopped believing those things—once I saw the contradictions—the path became clear.
High cortisol blocks everything.
Lower cortisol, everything works again.
Simple.
Not easy. But simple.
---
I don't know who will read this.
Maybe no one.
Maybe just me in ten years, looking back.
But if you're reading this and you see yourself in my story—
If your TSH is 4.8 like mine was. Or 8.2. Or 11. Or you're already on medication and your TSH is "perfect" but you still feel awful.
If you're exhausted all the time. That deep exhaustion that doesn't go away no matter how much you sleep. The kind where getting out of bed feels impossible. Where basic self-care—showering, getting dressed—takes everything you have.
If you've gained weight you can't lose. Tried every diet. Cut your calories to 1000, 800, 600 a day. Gained more weight. Have people suggesting you're eating in secret.
But you're not. You haven't "eaten all the pies." Your body just isn't working.
If your hair is falling out. Not thinning. Falling out in clumps. You can see your scalp. You've thought about wigs. Or you're already wearing them.
If you're freezing all the time. Wearing three layers when everyone else is in short sleeves. Space heater at your desk. Socks to bed in summer.
If you have brain fog. Forget where you parked. Walk into rooms and can't remember why. Lose your train of thought mid-sentence.
If you tried to exercise and crashed. Blood sugar dropped. Extreme fatigue. Weak legs. Had to sit down. Now you don't even try.
If you have multiple diagnoses. Started with hypothyroid. Then Hashimoto's. Then fibromyalgia. Then chronic fatigue. Another diagnosis. Then another.
If you're on five medications. Seven. Ten. And you still don't feel okay.
If you can't afford another specialist. Insurance won't cover functional medicine. Your endocrinologist says your TSH is fine.
But you're not fine.
---
What I want you to know:
If I hadn't overheard that conversation in Whole Foods, I'd be on Levothyroxine right now.
My TSH would probably be perfect within three months.
And in five years, I'd probably have Hashimoto's.
In seven years, fibromyalgia.
In eight years, chronic fatigue.
In ten years, lupus.
Just like Mom.
Because the Levothyroxine would "work"—it would normalize my TSH.
But it wouldn't lower my cortisol.
And cortisol would block the medication from actually working in my cells.
And cortisol would keep triggering inflammation.
And inflammation would keep making my immune system attack my body.
Over and over and over.
But I had a choice I didn't know existed.
I fixed cortisol first.
Not instead of medication. Not against medication.
Just removed the blocker. So everything else could work.
That choice changed everything.
---
The brand is Rosabella.
USDA Organic. Low-temperature processing. Third-party tested. Certificate of Analysis published at get.tryrosabella.com/rosabella/ny1/sp
I verified it before I bought it. Saw the testing data. The processing certifications. The potency guarantees.
I felt it working 41 minutes after the first dose. The calming effect. Proof the cortisol-lowering compounds were active.
Then week by week: symptoms improved. Energy. Weight. Clarity. Hair. Exercise tolerance.
TSH dropped from 4.8 to 2.4 in eight weeks.
No medication needed.
There's a 90-day guarantee. Try it. Track symptoms. If it doesn't work, get your money back.
I risked nothing.
And got my life back.
---
I'm writing this because I needed to process what happened.
How close I came to following Mom's path.
How one conversation in a supplement aisle changed everything.
How turning over each false belief—one by one—revealed the truth underneath.
If you read this and something clicks—if you see the contradictions I saw—if you realize your TSH being "perfect" doesn't mean your cells can access the hormone—
Then maybe this diary entry finds you at the right time.
Maybe you're standing where I was six months ago.
Holding a prescription. Terrified. Trapped.
You're not trapped.
There's an exit.
I found it.
You can too.
— Sarah Chen
January 2026
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