Chronicles of the pox

Several months ago, I put down the pen because my 'cathartic writing' was somewhat destructive. I've kept journals since I was 9, so a break was a big deal. I was doing great at it. Now, I have to write because I am not making mountains out of molehills. I am actually traversing mountains. So...

I will keep accounts of the changes in my situation, particularly that of my illness that has sent me whirling in circles. From the looks of things (and how many unexpected curveballs I've been dealt), there's gonna be more drama.

I'm not sure who is going to read this. But I feel like I need to get it down. And there are other people who are ill, and write about it to get advice and console others etc. And just so my friends understand me I guess.

I appreciate comments, but I will admit that I can't handle harsh ones. So resist.



Here begins the story of my now.