Hope kills. The hope you're going to get better that this chronic illness will disappear. That one day I'll be happy again because I can do the things I love again.. but there is no hope I'm loosing my mind because I'm dying and I'm trying but I'm getting no response to the things going on inside my body. The doctors scratch their heads and pass it as anxiety. The numbness in my hands and the fainting everywhere is not anxiety I'm not crazy Im sick and no one fucking trying!!
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