It has become very apparent to me that my life has morphed into someone else's. The things that I used to find easy, have become difficult. The stuff that made me so happy, like putting the finishing touches on a music track, have become meaningless. It's very hard to maintain your sense of self when you battle with your disease every single day. When your disease decides whether or not you will feel up to going out with friends, make it to class, or get out of bed. For a long time, it never affected me. I just knew there were certain things that I couldn't do like go to the top of Pikes Peak because of the altitude. But I never let those things bother me. Now it tells me what I can do. It rules my life.