Every few months, I let myself hope the bloodwork will finally say something different. Maybe this time, the fatigue will have a reason I can fix. Maybe the vitamin D will be higher, and I’ll feel like I’m doing something right. But the numbers barely move. I take the pills, I go outside, I follow instructions. Still tired. Still waiting for proof that I’m not just lazy or broken. I don’t talk about how much I measure myself by these results. How every unchanged number feels like a quiet accusation. How I keep showing up for the next test, because I need something to change—even if it’s just the story I tell myself about why I’m still so tired. #NumbersDontTellTheWholeStory #FatigueIsReal #InvisibleStruggle #Health #Diet