I have days where I’m fine. Days where I have accepted this disease and then there just stays like today where I look at myself in the mirror I think it’s just really want my life is like now like my speech is slurred. I used to be the girl who was fun in would always have a comeback on the quick and now I just feel like I stare at people like a deer in the headlights not because I don’t understand what they’re saying, but because I cannot articulate a response I feel like a shell of the person I used to be. I hate this whenever I’m at register. I’m trying to count out money. My hands are slow and I move slow and I have to look up at the person to be like I’m sorry I have a mess. My brain is Swiss cheese and I don’t move like I used to and I hate that for me and I hate that for them because it’s awkward. I just hate this.