I need to keep telling myself (whether or not it's true), that as long as I am not getting WORSE--not dipping below my baseline level of sickly weakly gross--or not developing any new and worrisome symptoms, I need to CHILL THE HELL OUT, because I'm not DYING. If I was dying, this would hurt worse, and more of me would hurt. Right? I have to keep telling myself that I WILL get better. I will. I need to believe this. After seven months, I need to keep believing this.
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