There is No reason
Life's a byoche, and it keeps repeating itself. Each and every day I awake, it's a struggle to walk, talk and move. I was taught that everything happens for a reason; I just don't believe it. What could the reason be for this torture. Life is awful. I am angry, pissed off, and anticipate no all hope. If there is a reason for it, I can't fathom what it is. The world does not need more angry people, and trust me, this MS journey has done just that to me. I am not a beacon of positivity at this point in my treatment. I am angry. Abigail Madison Chase
