My mind..
My body has become nothing but a cage, a source of pain and constant problems. The illness I have has caused me pain that not even the strongest medicines could dull, and there is no cure. All day, every day a screaming agony in every nerve ending in my body. It is nothing short of torture. My mind is a wasteland, filled with visions of incredible horror, unceasing depression, and crippling anxiety, even with all of the medications the doctors dare give.
Now I'm luckier than you. But there can be times when emotions stop being well, emotional but rather they turn into heart aches, longing, fear, hatred, whatever. Despite your disability(ies) I want you to be happier.
Happiness is only a distorted figment of people's imaginations. They yern for it discizing pain with pleasure, regret with "struggles", life with hugs and the truth with lies. Happiness doesn't exist, people do..
