I have Ataxia, it is a horrible disease that robs you of your independence, I am slowly losing my ability to walk and going to the gym can slow the progression but ultimately I will lose this battle and I'm not handling it well. Like I said before I go to the gym but that's about it I don't really talk to anyone and when I do go out my "friends" hardly want to talk about how I'm feeling so I have to pretend to be happy because no one wants to hang out with a depressive!
I spend nearly all my time at home which may mead to less falls but what my family don't seem to understand is that the less I walk the faster this gets worse. I just feel so hopeless and the only time where I feel slightly happy is when I'm asleep because I can walk properly in my dreams and this has just lead me to be very sad to wake up.
I feel as though my life is slipping away, I mean what kind of life is this??
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