I have never counted how many twenty-seven years there can be in life, and I dare not do so.
I started seeing a doctor when I was eight years old. At the age of thirty-five, before I stopped taking the medicine, I stopped working.
Rare diseases, genetic mutations. The doctor said: You are the third case I have seen.
The four words "severe anxiety" lay quietly on the paper.
Later, I signed an informed consent form for a new drug trial.
I went to the hospital week after week for eighteen weeks.
Later, on New Year's Eve, my son counted the heads one by one and said, "We're all here!"
This is not a story of overcoming an illness.
It is a story about a person living with illness day by day.
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