It is one thing living it. It is another being told it is incurable. It is quite another to read about and realize, through deep breaths and sharp bites in the tummy and an eventual slumping, waving-the-white-flag-through-soaking-tears acceptance that one has a "CONDITION" that they can't control... that controls THEM.... that influences every second of their life.
I don't want this "disease" or "condition" or "personality disorder" or whatever the %&$* it is. I want to be normal. I will never be nor have I ever been "normal."
I am getting worse.
Edited three times.... due to typos and misspellings. I do not DO this. I can WRITE. Or used to...... be able to.... Wow.
I don't want this "disease" or "condition" or "personality disorder" or whatever the %&$* it is. I want to be normal. I will never be nor have I ever been "normal."
I am getting worse.
Edited three times.... due to typos and misspellings. I do not DO this. I can WRITE. Or used to...... be able to.... Wow.