”My life has dissappeared, people have dissappeared, moved on, done all the things I wanted to, its a brutal existance, and although I try to accept it, I dont think I ever will. Ive missed to much, and who knows how much more I will miss on this road. I try to remain positive, take each day as a new dawn, but its lonely, frustrating and painful. But I will keep fighting to the bitter end!”
I am gonna get to 22 this summer.
I felt and sometimes still feel similar to this, however I was lucky to have a ”rich inner life” before my symptoms started to rage, so now that I am weakened a ...
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