I dreamed of becoming well.
I made so many plans,.. the job I would have, the house.
I decorated that house in my mind.
I saw myself driving a car, and going on holidays.
In the future there would be friends, and there would be fulfilment.
Then I got better.
Now I have the life I live.
I live with limitations every day, with fatigue.
I did not achieve full independence.
I am isolated. I often grieve because I feel unfulfilled.
I try to distract myself with small things,..bargains in the shops, a new movie.
But the disappointment waits for me, and grabs at me when I let my guard down.
I did not know life after illness could have difficulties.