God, I was so tired. Tired of my body becoming a minefield of symptoms I couldn’t predict. Tired of waking up each morning, wondering if today would be the day it all fell apart. Tired of smiling through meetings while my insides revolted. But most of all, I was tired of being afraid. Afraid of what was stealing my life piece by piece, afraid of losing everything I had left, afraid of the question that stalked my sleepless nights.
