"By 44, I was already accepting that I might just be the Hashimoto's girl forever. Every appointment meant a dose increase. My face had that constant puffy quality. Coworkers would ask if I'd been crying when I was just having a bad week.
It destroyed my confidence more than I expected. I avoided photos. Stopped wearing anything fitted. Caught myself googling 'why doesn't my levothyroxine work' at 1am more than once. Some days it honestly felt pointless to even try.
I tried Soluma without much belief, honestly as a last step before accepting bariatric surgery. Within two weeks, I noticed the fatigue I'd normalized just... quieter. And by the third week, my feet were warm in the morning for the first time in three years.
By month three, I wasn't dreading getting on the scale anymore. I didn't feel 'fixed,' but I finally stopped feeling hopeless — and that alone changed everything.
My Free T3 went from 2.1 to 3.4. My endocrinologist reduced my dose — not increased it. She said whatever I'd changed, keep doing it. Four years of being told I was being managed appropriately. Twelve weeks to finally convert the medication I was taking every morning."