I'm Not Ready

One thing I am not ready to do yet, apparently, is to write fiction. It's as if my imagination has been disabled. The stories do not come to me anymore, not in whole five minute bits anyway. I start off nicely, the old juices flowing, the new stories gushing out, then I reenter the here and now. I remember where I am, what I have, and what I have not anymore.

He was ready to die, I know that. He'd suffered horribly for a very long time. Eight years of struggling to get functioning again, and these were after eight years of functioning under the duress of debilitating illness. I wonder how many of us are experiencing these states of illness and attempts to function, going on years and years?

My daughter is another of those. She never feels really well, and can become unable to function at all because of her illness. Her illness is the same as his was - Crohn's disease. That is, of course, if you believe doctors know what is wrong with you in the first place. I'm pretty sure both of them suffer(ed) from vaccine injury. Just look at how many people have Crohn's disease, or other auto-immune diseases, now!!! A great many. So if you have been diagnosed with an auto-immune disease, please ask yourself - did my problems start after any vaccinations? Vaccines are, after all, intended to confuse the immune system.

This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is ready.