A feeling I know far too well. It comes with a rush of panic, as if you just fell into an iced over lake, unable to climb out. As if your nails are digging into the ice, praying that someone will lend a hand to pull you out of deaths grasp. But instead you are met with deafening silence. No one to pull you to safety. Because no one can save you from your own body.

Vox has this amazing ability to transform chronic illness subtext into full thoughts. They explain what it is like in such a deep and intimate way it reminds me that we are not in this alone.