Having a chronic illness is giving up a part of your ambition and dreams. The worse is not being able to do anything about it. Waking up in pain, tired, and still have to fight my own body and mind just to get up. Sleep just does not feel resting i am constantly exausted. My head is foggy and i can't think like i used to. Every time i hope they will find something wrong to explain why i fell so goddamn bad all the time I grieve my potencial. I grieve my dreams. I grieve my body. I grieve my ambition. I'm afraid i won't be able to work like i wanted to work. I'm afraid i won't make the diference i wanted to make the diference thought i could make. its getting worse everyday and i can't do things that i want to. I had dreams to work with animals and better their lifes. I dont want to be in a lab running experiments, i dont even like chemestry. I wanted to be healthy so i could fufill my dreams,