Oh, you know, just a little incurable genetic illnesses that is literally destroying my brain and my body and will eventually leave me disabled, debilitating migraines, tumors in my gallbladder and intestines, a looong and complicated history of treatment resistant and severe anxiety and depression, diagnosed bipolar, horrible body dismorphia to the point that I can't recognize my own face, the death many relatives including my father at an early young age, sexual abuse as a minor, more than 7 years of almost complete isolation after I realized that I couldn't achieve my dreams. I can barely pronounce words due to it and I have the eyesight of an 70 year old and I'm not even 30, and I won't be.
what else... I also struggle with substance abuse and have been a poly-drug user for years now, it's the only thing that masks the pain and makes me forget about the paragraph that I wrote above.
All this tragedy has humbled me, and even with all of it, I still see beauty in this world. too bad I can't experience any of it.
At least I have N lol. This life is the definition of a cruel joke.