Seeing everyone posting their old senior pics made me want to look back at my old yearbook, something I haven’t done since I graduated. BIG mistake. Now I’m sitting here crying and cursing this disease for doing so much damage to my brain. I can’t remember a single thing from..

that year. Seeing those photos, I can’t even recognize myself. I was twice my size and no doctor understood why at the time. My parents say I was a different person that year, that I increasingly became more unlike myself. I can’t tell you anything about the day I graduated..

except the memory of coming home and my mom trying to pull off my gown while I puked insane amounts. It wasn’t until that summer that we learned my brain had swelled and left me with multiple chronic illnesses. I can remember that coming July when I was first..

admitted to the hospital, but nothing from the year before. I missed a whole year. I can’t remember what sports I played, what classes I took, what friends I had. This isn’t just my story, this is so many others. We are battling with a neuroimmune disease that’s barely been..

researched. We need funding now so others don’t miss out on pieces of their lives. My senior year wasn’t the end of my story, I’m still fighting. But I’m one of the lucky ones. Fund M.E research. Donate, protest, educate yourself. #millionsmissing