I am anxious for the
day when this illness is pushed into the background noise of my life. It's screaming
so loud right now, its cries annoy me so much, because I cannot hear what else
is going on. I keep trying to push it back into the box, squash it flat, silence
it. It keeps forcing its way back out, insisting I confront it, demanding my attention
- Holly W. Graves, 2002
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