The Saga of a Silent Sufferer

Silent sufferers.  

They’re the people you don’t know are hurting, the ones who are quietly struggling. They rarely show signs of weakness. They’re the strongest people you know.

Why am I talking about this? Because I consider myself one of them.

One morning in July, as I was getting out of bed, I was hit with a sudden onset of vertigo. The room was violently spinning. I felt drunk.

I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t concentrate. If I had to stand for any reason, I needed to lean on something to keep me steady.

This continued for weeks. 

With the start of fall semester approaching, I finally decided to see a doctor. She tried a few maneuvers and tested my blood but was unsuccessful in finding a solution. I was then referred to a physical therapist who specializes in vertigo.

Before beginning any sessions, I completed a lengthy questionnaire and underwent an evaluation. Based on the results, it was determined that I was suffering from Vestibular Neuritis. The disorder affects the inner ear due to inflammation and damage to the vestibular nerve, which is often the result of a viral infection such as a cold or sinusitis.

That same day, I began Vestibular Rehabilitation Treatment, an exercise-based treatment that involves components of gaze stabilization and balance. At the end of my second session, I was advised to do all required exercises at home each day to correct my balance. It was also advised that I continue my normal activities and stay active. 

I obliged. I worked the Florida Gators home football games as a volunteer for UF’s Athletic Association, I started a new job at my college, and I continued working at a local law firm as well as a weekly shift at ESPN WRUF. I accepted these responsibilities on top of taking four courses. I was active. And it seemed to be working. But not for long.

The vertigo returned with a vengeance after a few months.

It was at that moment I realized this health issue was something I would need to adjust my life around. And I was determined not to let it interfere with my performance at work or school.

I decided I didn’t want my health to be an excuse as to why I couldn’t submit an assignment on time or why I couldn’t get something done at work. That’s not me. That’s never been me. That will never be me.

So, I work extra hard at everything I do, and it’s paid off. I finished the semester with three A’s and one A-, an absolute miracle, and I’m getting better at my job each day.

Before your mind even goes there, no, this isn’t a brag post. Rather, a motivational one. 

Life is going to throw things at you. There will always be something in your way. And when that happens, you have two options: remove it or find a way around it. It’s not easy, by any means. But allowing something to keep you from moving forward should never be an option. 

Never.