I feel like all I do is break my back trying to get better just to continue being distrusted and patronized. I'm tired of having this illness that I don't want and didnt ask for held over my head when it gets bad. I just want to be cared for, trusted, secure, but it seems just out of my reach. I feel bad for existing, reacting or not, breathing. It gets better, but how long do I have to suffer for