Chronic illness feelings are wild and easily twisted things.
The feeling of betrayal is so immense and deep that you feel abandoned on more levels than you were even aware you had.
The feeling of guilt for everything you knew better of yet did regardless is a terrible, amalgamated ghost waiting to haunt you around every corner.
The feeling of gratitude for each moment of reprieve and contentment is a beautiful fluttering butterfly amongst cherry blossom petals on the wind.
Wild and twisted, but not altogether unbeautiful; don’t you see?