What’s it like to have no real health issues and to be able to poison yourself with alcohol and other drugs and then wake up the next day and be okay? What’s it like to have a regular immune system that keeps its shit together even when everything you do is breaking it apart. What’s it like to just wake up and your hair is on your head and not falling out in clumps because of an illness? What’s it like to really live and eat, sleep, and dream without worry what is going to go wrong next with your body? I’ve been robbed my peace of mind with my health and I didn’t even cause it on myself. One day the doctors took blood ran a test and I’ve been living in hell ever since. To those people who bitch and moan about having an awful life and how “alone” and sad you are about not having this and that materialistic things. Good luck to you because you don’t know how blessed you are.