Relapsed.
More than enough through February and March.
(I have changed the date for this post just to suit the time I felt those emotions)
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I will just cut my long story short.
I finally took my desired long leave of three weeks, though it honestly isn't much as what I really wanted. But it was through this leave that I see and feel something I'd never wanted to feel.
How the closest could be so selfish to not support your decision.
It was my health after all, and not theirs.
They can hint that they're not able to accept my deteriorating health.
But what about myself, being the patient who feels the actual toll out of my own condition.
I feel worse than everybody and anybody.
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