I miss….

Taking long walks without any pain, and weakness in my legs

I hate….

Trying to hide my pain, my natural melancholiness, and limping from other people

I’m usually….

Smiling, although sometimes I want to be screaming

I believe….

Being tired is a part of who I am now

I fear….

That things will get worse in the future

Sometimes I feel….

Guilty for being too sick to work and unable to make my own money

I’m scared….

When I can’t remember a word, or have a cognitive meltdown

I’m thankful….

That I can express myself by writing

I’m grateful….

That I’m still alive

I’m hopeful….

That I am strong enough to endure