This condition is so hard mentally. Imagine you know for certain you are dying and going through almost a continuous evolution of symptoms. Knowing only the basics of the condition which has been redacted from modern medicine so there is no chance of finding a doctor that even believes it exists.

And the world expects you to just marshall on. No one but you knows. No one but you believes. You just endure it because you have no other choice.

Sometimes it catches up with me and I’m sad. But these days, most of the time I’m just saying “Fuck you.” to it. I’ll see tomorrow.