Why am I here again?
Some 5 years ago, I quit this place, thinking that I would be good enough not to have to scream write my despair so often in order not to kill myself.
I was wrong.
Some people are stonger than me. Most people don't have to go through what I go through everyday; the pain, the judgements, the lack of understanding, the people who pretend they don't fall in one of these traps ...
I am 32 years old. 32, that's fairly young. Fairly young to realize that one should give up on normal dreams. Career? out of question. Kids? are you kidding me! Traveling? Not in a million years!
All because of one thing.
That thing.
A disease. A disease with no name, with no cure. A disease with pain, with symptoms. A bitch.
"You won't die from it" That's what they said.
What if I am dying from inside?
Every single day I am fighting that invisible enemy. That enemy that has no name but has carved a way through my body through the years making it weaker and weaker.
People say they understand, but they don't, they can't.
Well ... not all people. They are people who don't believe what they can't see. So to them I am a lazy bitch.
I am fed up.
Fed up.
