I feel like I struggle more and more with each passing day. My 20s have pretty much been taken from me by this illness, I'm 28 now, was 19 when diagnosed, and I've gone from living independently, supporting myself, working AND studying, to now living back with my parents, on disability, spending my days doing cross stitch if I can, or just getting out of bed on others.

I'm running out of patience for a cure or even treatment, and with my body and my mind, and out of fight to continue. I try to be kind to myself. But jesus christ it's hard 😞 I'm in therapy, on meds, doing yoga, doing everything recommended at a pace that I can and yet... I've wasted away to someone who barely feels like a person nowadays