I’ve been sick since I was 17. I’m 37 now. It’s progressed from tolerable to now I can’t work because exertion and stress make me nauseous, dizzy, and light headed and may even make my liver bleed.
I haven’t the energy to do anything.
I can’t maintain a relationship.
I can’t even express my feelings.
I am alone.
I am depressed.
I feel empty inside.
I want to be happy.
I want to be in love.
I want to live.
I feel like I’m trapped in a twisted nightmare of pain and sorrow from which there is no escape.
Life passes me by while I struggle to keep up, but I’m falling behind.
I’m tired and afraid.
I’m fighting and losing.