She was a silent fighter with a demon in her lung that stole her breaths from her before they passed her tongue. He was a silent fighter who was always taught to share so he held his breath when he was with her so she could have his air.
Please ~ Don’t judge you don’t know what it took for someone to get out of bed, look as presentable as possible, face the day and face the world. You know nothing of their daily struggle. What it is like to live Endo, Chronic Pain, and Chronic Fatigue.