“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

back into my hands. Instead, I did what I’d been trained to do in this house—I swallowed my anger, nodded like they were right, and walked upstairs with my joints burning, my fever simmering under my skin, and a terrifying thought pulsing in the back of my head: What if I really am making it up?

My name is Emma Mitchell, and for the last year, my body continue reading …