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Dear Cerebellar Ataxia,
I'm writing this letter to you with a mixture of anger,
confusion, and a burning desire to question your very existence. You have
wreaked havoc on my life, robbing me of my abilities and subjecting me to an
unforgiving and relentless struggle. Why, out of all the people in the world,
was I chosen to bear the hardship and pain of such a nasty and merciless
disease?
You entered my life like an uninvited guest, slowly but
surely tearing away the things I once took for granted. I used to dance with
grace and precision, my body moving effortlessly to the rhythm of life. Now, my
every step is a gamble, a fragile attempt to maintain some semblance of
balance. I stumble and falter, constantly fighting against the unpredictable
nature of my own body.
Do you find joy in watching me struggle? Does it amuse you
to witness the frustration and tears that accompany each failed attempt to
perform even the simplest of tasks? It seems as though you revel in my
suffering, relishing in the challenges you present me with every single day.
I find myself questioning your motive, Cerebellar Ataxia.
What purpose do you serve? What twisted design could have possibly spawned such
a debilitating condition? Is there a lesson to be learned from this incessant
battle against my own body? Or are you simply a cruel twist of fate, a random
roll of the genetic dice that landed on me?
I have spent countless hours in doctor's offices, enduring
tests, scans, and examinations, all in an attempt to understand you, to grasp
your motives. Yet, you remain an enigma, a puzzle I cannot solve. No amount of
medical knowledge or scientific research seems to offer any solace or reprieve
from your grasp.
But amidst my anger and confusion, I find a flicker of
strength within me. I refuse to let you define me, Cerebellar Ataxia. I will
not allow your presence to overshadow the essence of who I am. I am more than a
mere vessel for your torment. I am a fighter, a warrior in the face of
adversity.
Though you may rob me of my physical abilities, you cannot
steal my spirit. I will adapt, find new ways to navigate this world that you
have so callously disrupted. I will seek out support, lean on my loved ones,
and connect with others who share this burden. Together, we will defy your
intentions and forge a path of resilience and empowerment.
So, Cerebellar Ataxia, know this: you may have invaded my
life with your merciless grip, but you will not break me. I will confront you
with unwavering determination, even in the face of uncertainty. And through it
all, I will continue to question, to seek answers, and to fight for a future
where your influence is diminished.
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