At 19, I woke up and couldn't move my right arm. Within days, the pain had spread to every joint in my body. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis, and instead of dealing with it, I did what everyone told me to do.

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Stay positive. Push through. Pretend everything was fine. It almost killed me.

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That summer, I finally stopped. Sat with the truth. And started coming back to myself, one honest step at a time.

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Now I help women do the same.

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Because the performance is costing us more than we know, and we don't have to wait until it breaks us to stop.