I'm 26, started to get sick at 19. I definitely had to mourn the years I've lost and the future I hoped to have. I still do, but less often these days. I've had a constant, slow, downward trajectory so I've been through that cycle of having to give up my dreams & accept a new reality so many times... But idk, I feel like you learn to adapt, eventually. There's enough good in my life if I live it one day at a time. No long term plans. I don't expect to get majorly better, not anymore (or maybe I do, a little, eventually, but it's almost like a passing daydream). I don't deny myself little pleasures, if I want that chocolate & I can safely eat it with my dysphagia then I'll eat the damn chocolate 😂 If I get better I know I'll be able to jump back into the kind of lives others lead in a heart beat, but if not, oh well. Today is good enough for today