Nearly every time my body decides not to work, I cry. Sometimes it’s a few small tears, other times I’m sobbing loud and long. The grief that comes with having an unpredictable body and with not knowing why it’s not working is devastating.
Lately, when I think about my health slowly deteriorating (well, that’s what it feels like to me), I find myself sta…
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