I was inspired to write this piece after feeling as if I lost everything. I still had family. I still had passions. But my friends were slowly fading away along with my happiness. There was nothing I could do. I'm constantly trapped in these four walls hooked to various machines, tubes, wires, beeping. No friend wants to see that.

My soul was being sucked away like a dementor from Harry Potter had taken ahold of me. Most people that I have read the work of write cliche pieces about sickness usually only focusing on how much they've grown and glamorize being sick. Deadly illness is horrible. It is disgusting and shouldn't be dismissed as how brave the person is. They don't want to be brave, they HAVE to be brave.