Some mornings, sometimes during the day, there is this fleeting sense that I will come out on the other side of this. Today was not such a morning but I think I worked my way steadily and bravely through this heavy black blanket all around me.
Got a message from B - a virtual companion in this illness - who assured me that I will eventually return to a normal life again even if it will be a diferent "normal" than what I have known so far.
It was meant to be kind and reassuring, I know, but I flinched. Oh, how I hate what this is reducing me to.
Tonight the drama is in my head, roaring and banging and pressing the vice harder and tighter.
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