I told my story to people who I thought cared about me. Friends who know the kind of person I’d always been. But they will not believe me. And how that hurts!

They believe I’m to blame for much of it. But if there’s anything I did that caused it to happen, I was not aware.

And yet, now I’m sicker than I ever was, and I feel ashamed about what people think of me.

Don’t they know me better?

marja