This is not an ordinary place…
It is a prison I was forced to remain in,
its walls unseen, yet they tighten around my chest more and more each day.
Everything within it makes me feel as though I am slowly losing myself instead of healing.

Outwardly, I may not look like someone fighting a fatal illness,
but some symptoms are far beyond what I can endure,
beyond the strength I try to hold onto every single day.

I am suffering from a new ulcer,
and from a severe drop in my blood levels,
a drop that steals my consciousness again and again,
leaving me facing terrifying moments where my vital signs deteriorate without mercy.

What truly frightens me most
is not the pain itself…
but the repeated fainting spells,
that cruel feeling that my body may fail me at any moment.

I need help from anyone who is able to offer it, and I sincerely ask you not to hesitate.
Please share my post.

I am deeply grateful to you all..

My support link️️
https://gofund.me/83e09b493
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@mynameistillian
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