Once

I dreamed of becoming well.

I made so many plans,.. the job I would have, the house.

I decorated that house in my mind.

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I saw myself driving a car, and going on holidays.

In the future there would be friends, and there would be fulfilment.

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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.

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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.

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I did not know life after illness could have difficulties.

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