Elliott, Wilbur, and my husband Chris are the only reasons I’m still walking this earth. Chronic illness has ruined me physically and mentally. I think I might be a little better than a year ago when I was looking for a way to escape. I don't know if I’ll get better or worse. It’s been two years and three months now. Living like this has been torture. It feels like every molecule in my body is under attack 24/7. I’m also thankful for a kind psychologist that tries help me cope, a primary doctor that wishes he could help more, and any connection a couple of friends and my family have given me. I mostly withdrew from everyone and everything. My world is so small now. It’s so incredibly isolating. I miss…..everything. 😪