I don’t want anyone to give up. I know being in pain and suffering from a disease is hard but not impossible. I have been thru a lot in my life, everything bad that could happened to a person has happened to me but I am still here. I was never a child but born into adulthood. I’m not ashamed of anything. I know sometimes we need to yell, kick, scream because being prisoner in your own body is misery. But we fight not because we have to but because its instinct. There is not a “secret meaning to life” everyone writes their own chapters. We have choices to be a fighter or a victim. Yes, this shit blows but I didn’t make it this far to give up now, neither did you. You have every right to be angry but don’t be bitter. You’re a hero for someone who will inevitability travel a similar path. You can be the one who quit or you could be the one NEW survivors look up to. Choices.