Life without my meds is a drag. I’ve been handling it better than a year ago, but having my joints act up are little reminders that I’m still not 100%.
I hate the healthcare system. I need a damn job to get insurance. That’s all I need.
That’s all I want.
It really is hard to be happy when my body’s struggling to get up in the morning.
And I really don’t want to go back to those days.