Sitting in the dark hallway in the middle of the night, back pressed against the wall, feet on the hard, cold floor. How much longer will this last? How much longer can I last? I didn’t know how to face tomorrow, but first I had to get through the excruciating night.

Moments of my chronic illness journey flash through my mind as I type, nestled here in my bean bag chair.

The first symptoms. Struggling to get down the stairs to te...