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Living with a progressive disorder is like attempting to balance on a tightrope, where every step feels shaky and the ground keeps shifting beneath you. I often grapple with the harsh truth that my body is no longer the reliable vessel it once was, and hasn't been for quite some time. With progressive disorders, change is the only constant. Every morning, I wake up filled with a mix of hope and anxiety. I hope today will be manageable, yet dread what it could bring. Daily, my