sometimes it seems like I am living a normal healthy life, but sometimes I am reminded that this is not true.
I am always reminded no matter how much power I have anyway my life is different.
last week’s seizure and current tension still reminds me that I am sick and that as much as I would like, my world is sick and different.
i don’t know what’s going on but my illness is coming to a stage where i can’t control it. my disease is only progressing, sometimes it seems that even in my independent life, there will be fear and anxiety when I have to learn to control everything and “not to run in the field”