For the past few years my illness has taken over my whole life. I couldn’t escape the pain, and the exhaustion. I couldn’t think about anything but the pain or how to get rid of it. It wasn’t always this way. I tried living my life as normal as possible for a couple years, but as my illness became worse it gradually took over everything. Somewhere along the way I got lost in my illness.
I guess I didn’t really know who I was before I got sick. I was twelve when I first got sick, so who really are you when your only twelve years old? Being sick changed me. I mean, how could it not? I don’t know who I would be if I wouldn’t have gotten sick.
My illness is not me, and its not who I will become. I am ready to figure out who I am aside from my illness.