thyroid revelations

i was flipping through some old journal entries today. i was surprised when i noticed how many times over that last couple of years i said something to the effect of how tired i felt. one entry was so short that i pretty much said, i'm tired, too tired to really write anything. that is pathetic. of course, now with all kinds of normal thyroid levels coarsing through my veins, i feel relatively superhuman. you know, pretty good. and it just got me to thinking how that's like life. when you have some problem in your life, and it's just a part of life, you don't necessarily notice that anything is wrong. the status quo is accepted, it's normal, so why complain about it or try to improve anything? maybe it was always there, or maybe it crept up so slowly that you never even noticed that anything was wrong until it became much more serious. a thyroid problem is about as easy to fix a problem as they come. just take a pill... well in this case, it's actually true. i was scraping together all my strength to function mentally and physically by the time i got around to seeking help. so thinking about dealing with scarier and more difficult problems, like drug abuse or domestic violence, for example, i can hardly imagine trying to find the strength to deal with it. there is no social stigma attatched to having to take thryoid like there is for going into rehab or jail, or being in an abusive relationship. to an outsider, the problems seem obvious, but maybe to that person it isn't so obvious that things could be better.