"I miss the person I use to be; all that changed with a diagnosis of Parkinson's Disease...." These are words taken from a poem I wrote after my dx in 2002. The endless amount of energy that I once had is now gone; once always on top of everything, I have become proficient at putting most things off. I use to describe myself as sociable but now I find myself feeling isolated and self conscience due to my visible tremors and slow gait. I have become a prisoner held captive by the grips of my disease; I long for a morning without dystonia or having to plan my day around my "on" times. I realize that one's state of mind is paramount when facing challenges, and I am thankful for the things that I still can do but, at this disease progresses, I look in the mirror and no longer recognize the image shining through.
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