I grew up always sensing I did not belong.

Just standing out side the window looking in at the party, never invited.

No one felt like they understood me, accepted me, loved me.

I want to be loved. I want to be understood.

I’m not sure exactly why no one knows me. I try… I think.

But my body broke, it all fell apart. The medical system is deeply flawed.

No one wants to search deeper. No one wants to keep looking for the answers.

So here I am at 36, still not 100% on my diagnosis. Doctors get lazy, give up, refuse.

But my fight persists as my body declines.

Now I’ve lost it all. Any last bit of shame I had. Any hope.

All I have left is my fight.