The beginning of my life...

As it is not so hard to feel sorry for yourself, it is hard not to feel sorry about yourself. My name is Hunter, I had my first grand-mal seizure when I was 12. Was well medicated but have had a few more to this day. July of 2014 I dislocated my shoulder. It was fixed and while at university it happened again. When the doctor was placed it back into my socket he started making me flex and bend. After further(and numerous) appointments I was diagnosed with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. A degenerative joint disease. In August of 2016 I was diagnosed with CML. A rare, treatable, incurable chronic form of leukemia.

What did I do?
Unknown

Why me?
Unknown

How do I feel?
310mg of morphine daily.

Why I am bitter?
I am physically addicted and the law says I cannot heal through GOD's creation; Marijuana.

No no they say, you can take what is nearly pharmaceutical heroine and be misread as a junkie but you cannot partake in a flower that helps both body and mind.

I am so upset I could cry, again...and again...and again.

-Y

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