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Consumed by pain
The pain is unbearable.
Not only physically but emotionally.
It has stolen my youth. My life.
I am a shell of who I once was.
Trapped by my body that has aged more than double its years.
Day in and day out I am cruelly reminded of the simple things I once took for granted. Running. Skating. Standing on tip toes. Showering without a stool. Even walking has become such a chore.
I long to return to work but it's not an option.
Each day I'm just waiting for the next to come. My life is stagnant. I'm scared. Will it ever get any better?
Will I ever be well enough to travel and see the world? Will I ever be able to afford it even if I am? Living below the poverty line on benefits and spending most of that on medication and specialists is not how I pictured the last two years. Months in hospital, surgeries, learning to walk again. It's a never ending cycle and I'm over it.
I have lost the will to go on but I try.
Keeping a smile on my face and gritting my teeth through the pain for those around me.
I work so hard but see no results. I know my future is bleak. They all tell me to stay positive but it's worn me down.
I'm only thirty and counting down the days until I'm stuck in a wheelchair for good.
Not only physically but emotionally.
It has stolen my youth. My life.
I am a shell of who I once was.
Trapped by my body that has aged more than double its years.
Day in and day out I am cruelly reminded of the simple things I once took for granted. Running. Skating. Standing on tip toes. Showering without a stool. Even walking has become such a chore.
I long to return to work but it's not an option.
Each day I'm just waiting for the next to come. My life is stagnant. I'm scared. Will it ever get any better?
Will I ever be well enough to travel and see the world? Will I ever be able to afford it even if I am? Living below the poverty line on benefits and spending most of that on medication and specialists is not how I pictured the last two years. Months in hospital, surgeries, learning to walk again. It's a never ending cycle and I'm over it.
I have lost the will to go on but I try.
Keeping a smile on my face and gritting my teeth through the pain for those around me.
I work so hard but see no results. I know my future is bleak. They all tell me to stay positive but it's worn me down.
I'm only thirty and counting down the days until I'm stuck in a wheelchair for good.
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