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How I Went From Feeling Like a 'Hostage' to Feeling Like a 'Host' for My Chronic Illness

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Have you ever watched a movie or show in which a person becomes a host to another entity? Whether it’s a demon, an angel or some other life form, the character “hosts” the entity and succumbs to its demands.

Much like the characters in the series “Supernatural,” I find myself having days when I feel as though I am trying to live my best life, but there’s another “life form” that’s taking over me.

The days “hosting” this life form become weeks, the weeks become months, and the months become years. I used to watch the time closely in order to fit everything in, but I now feel that I have been sleepwalking through my life.

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