Since somehow my long, gushing post was deleted, I’ll reiterate something I had typed in it because…well, I want to.
Having this sickness….it’s like you don’t ever even have the chance to start off the day on the right foot. You don’t even get feet. Nature has removed your feet and replaced them with wheels, only the wheels are facing the wrong direction, and any attempt to get anywhere in life is fraught with frustration. And then, one day, when you finally get the hang of moving around on these crooked wheels, and you can finally get around without constantly falling down, nature decides it’s going to go and reposition them so that you’re once again right back where you started– awkward, frustrated, and broken.
I can never win.
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