Do you ever wonder what is reality? The sick you or the healthy you? Do you ever feel like you are making up your illness and it is not real. Like you are watching someone else’s life. I am probably not describing it right but I feel like a lot of bad stuff has happened because of my illness so it has to be real why would I make it up. Why would I cry when I am alone and no one if there to witness it. I guess in a way I am trying to do a reality check. Why would I make up something that has caused me so much pain and trouble but at the same time it seems so surreal. I hope this at least some what makes sense.