Hello everyone. My father's death and all of the pain that I have been experiencing recently has gotten me to thinking about my day to day livilihood. I seem to spend the majority of my time miserable and wrapped within pain, which is so out of character for me. I can't help but think that satan must think that he has won me over, but he is wrong. My father's death and the thoughts and prayers that I have gone through, have brought me back to the surface to where I belong. I am always in more pain than any human should ever have to endure, but I know that my body is alive because I feel it moving. I am working my brain by writing and re-writing due to all the misspelled words. I am refusing to just sit in one spot and letting my joints stiffen.. I am fighting the insurance company for my appeal. I refuse to give in to this beast. I am going to try everything that my specialists suggest that may help to give me a quality of life.
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