Today I woke up on the sad side of the bed, filled with questions and doubt. I struggle with my illness daily and I've struggled for a very long time. I work extremely hard to keep my illness in check. It's exhausting to always be on high alert. But sometimes there's light at the end of the tunnel which gives me hope that maybe one day things won't be so hard. That day was yesterday. Today is a new day and someone has turned off that light at the end of the tunnel and I have been plunged into the dark once again.