2018-11-07 / 4:57 p.m.
My life is a perpetual waiting game. GP. Orthopaedic surgeon. Physiotherapist. Rheumatologist. Neurologist. Pain management specialist. Therapist. Pilates. Aerobics.
If I'm being completely honest, I've been spending almost every waking moment on wondering if all of this waiting is worth it. I can't fix this physical pain. Nobody can, and at twenty-nine years old I wait for death. Because maybe that won't fix it, but it'll finally make it stop.