How Are You?

My health reached its lowest ebb when i was 18. By that stage in my illness, i was past the point of caring what other people thought of me. I hated my life and everything in it. It felt as if trying to get through the day was its own unique sense of torture. My uncle suggested i put down the phone and come up with these two lists before calling him back in ten minutes. As i compiled my list of things i could do to get better, i uncovered all kinds of excuses. And how was i supposed to find answers when no one else had? When you have a ere chronic illness, it's not so easy to rely on the usual pleasantries