what it feels like to have lupus
“You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself, can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up until the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.”
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Ah, yes, I relate. I get this. I hate that I do, but I do. Wishing you a happy, light-filled Labor Day Weekend, low on the foam ...
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