Two years ago I awoke in a dark room with my arms and legs tied to a bed and a tube stuck down my throat. With tears streaming down my face a heard a voice. My mind racing where are my children where am I? Where is my best friend and her family that had been visiting. Tears streaming down my face and praying to god a soft voice from a young woman comes from the dark. She said I was ok but I had just woken from a coma.

How did I get to this position laying in a hospital? Learning to live and keep going with rsd and pushing my self to a point that I did die. I was resuscitated back to life.  When we get sick we do not know how sick we really are because of our disease. What is real and what isn’t?My collar bones feel broken on a daily basis but are they….