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There isn't a minute I spend in this body that it forgets that it is broken. I feel it in every joint, in every movement, in every breath, every step, every touch.  I know deeply, in every cell, that my body has turned on itself and is fighting, like a child throwing a tantrum, when it should be keeping itself alive & safe. This angry child never tires itself out, never runs out of steam. It is always there.  Fighting, Attacking.  And when you think it may have settled down, it reappears again louder & angrier than before. It has limitless energy & potential for destruction. It is sneaky and unpredictable. It attacks in new ways as time progresses never allowing you to get your balance. When you feel confident that you've compensated for the ways in which it has attacked, it moves onto a new area you didn't realize was vulnerable. And you begin again. You begin to learn to walk again on uneven ground with weaknesses you didn't previously have. You begin to learn to live in a new way, with new ways of compensating for another broken piece. You glue yourself back together & over time the glue sticks. The cracks still show, but the glue sticks & you move forward. Until it breaks you again. The cycle continues until you are broken into such small pieces that there isn't anything left to put back together. Pieces are missing or damaged beyond repair. And you are lost--added to the list of those claimed by this vicious disease.