This is severe POTS (postural or thostatic tachvcardia svndrome).

Rachel stands in a world that does not always hold her up.There are days when gravity feels heavier for her, when simply rising becomes an act of courage

Her body does not follow, the quiet rules most take for granted; blood hesitates,vision fades, and time upright is measured in minutes, not hours
So she leans on medicine: not as a crutch, but as a bridge between the bed and the life waiting beyond it
And still, the negative voices come:
“Just stop the meds.”
“Just have more faith.”
As if healing were that simple, As if faith were something you could measure by the absence of struggle

But they do not see Rachel in the quiet places
They do not see the way she holds onto Jesus with steady hands,even when her body trembles
They do not hear the prayers that rise without bitterness, without bargaining, with only trust.
Rachel’s faith is not loud, It does not demand miracles to prove its worth
It is quieter than that, she’s stronger than that
It is found in the way she thanks God for one more day she can rise at all
It is found in the way she keeps going in a body that resists her, in a life that looks different than she once imagined
Rachel is not healed, not in the way people expect…….

But look closer
There is strength here that does not collapse when the body does, There is trust here that does not fade when answers don’t come
There is a life here, unexpected, unplanned, and still, undeniably beautiful

And so Rachel stands,when she can, for as long as she can: Not because the ground is steady beneath her, but because her faith is