I'm not strong enough to keep fighting. The pain always finds me.

I wake up every morning praying for a better day, but the pain always finds me. It’s like a fire burning in my stomach, never extinguishing, just waiting to flare up. Some days, I can't even leave the house because I'm chained to the bathroom. Other days, the fatigue is so overwhelming I can barely lift my head.

Doctors recommend a special diet, but how do I afford organic food when I can barely scrape together money for a loaf of bread?

The financial stress eats away at me almost as much as the disease does. Rent is overdue again, and I’m terrified about ending up on the streets. I’ve sold everything I can, my laptop, my jewelry, Now I sleep on a mattress on the floor.

My parents are gone, I feel so alone, my life feels like it stopped, nobody knows how much it hurts. I have nobody to check in on me, ask me about my day. I don't even know what I'm fighting for when I have nothing left.

I'm afraid to eat, I cry when I see people having normal lives, making plans with their friends and family.

I don't know what triggers my condition, I'm not in a good place mentally, I get anxious and panic attacks often, I don't know why I'm trying so hard to hold on. Wish life wasn't so cruel and I had a chance to make it a little better.