After fourteen years with too numerous to count misdiagnoses, this is my daily journey living with an unknown disease that has made me fully physically dependent, living by the help from my family, friends, and beloved service dog. It is how I have chosen to define myself to remain whole in spite of it.
If hope were a man, we’d have a very passionate relationship. You know the kind, volatile. Throwing things at each other and yelling at the top of our lungs, or spooning and being all sappy-happy. There would be no in-between.