Six years. For six of the 41 years I've been alive, I've felt that I was living the right life. For all the rest of the time - through parental abuse, a dysfunctional relationship and chronic illness & disability - I've always felt I was stuck in someone else's life.

It doesn't seem fair, that having finally taken hold and got my own life, at the age of 31, it should be ripped away just six years later.

What did I ever do to deserve that? I can't see how anything's going to change, medically, and this life of a cripple is never going to feel like mine. Having known the joy of living my own life, what makes anyone think I would be willing to carry on living someone else's?

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