Ailing body leads to ailing mental health. You push away people and you hide. You don’t want their sympathy. You feel angst and cynical and you hate on people, cheery people. But really you’re just hating on yourself for things you cannot do. There’s a lot things you can’t do anymore. And you think about it and you hate on yourself even more. You wonder if you’re ever going to get better. How can you even think you’re ever going to get better when there’s not even a hint of hope that you are?















