I’m a little bit done with chronic illness this week.
I lay in bed the other night and scanned my body and soul for any new symptoms. I noticed an absence, a void in part of my being. The room called hope, or anticipation, the room of my personhood that houses the sensations associated with dreaming and joy and whaat I have for lived for has gone str…
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