As the years pass, my childhood dreams pass me by, one by one.
Whether incomplete, unsuccessful, untried or made impossible, they fade and leave a hole no new dreams can fill.
Lying here in full body pain, constant dizziness, nausea, headaches and chronically fatigued, I have no dreams but to see tomorrow. To hope for a less painful day, to get outside and sense the world again.
Don’t grow up to be me.
I am grateful for what I accomplished prior to my illnesses. Memories are all I have, and I have many to last.
Remaining positive is my toughest test.