My brother described my illness as the enemy we can't fight. That is the most accurate description I have heard.
Today is a day when my fingers are drawing into my hands in odd and freaky contortions. My whole body is cramping. I feel my heart beating in my face, and see the pulse of my heart as a shadow in my vision. This is a day when I am trapped. I can't do anything. My hands are shaking. Brushing my hair left me short of breath.
On days like today, all I have is my friends and family. Knowing that you care gives me what I need to get through days like this and hope for a better day tomorrow.
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