Last week I tried to dig in on the dark part of being struck down with a mysterious chronic illness (just low grade fevers and fatigue, that’s it) for years.
“Chronic illness is a living death of many things you carried, and you must grieve things you can’t have anymore that you held important.“
This is a great sentence.
thank you :)
“Chronic illness is a living death of many things you carried, and you must grieve things you can’t have anymore that you held important.“
This is a great sentence.
thank you :)