I was diagnosed with ITP shortly after the loss of my sister in 2007. I went through a battery of tests, stayed in the hospital for a week and was finally put on Prednisone. I wish I could erase all of the damage that has been done from that junk. I was strong as strong could be and had great faith. Now, it seems as though I am not emotional and mentally the person I was before I started taking Prednisone. I lost my medical insurance and had no choice but to become my own doctor. I had to gradually reduce the Prednisone and suffered with withdrawal I can't even begin to describe. It feels like all I do on a daily basis is fight fear...I know the root is anxiety and the one person I went to was God and now find myself so afraid to even turn to Him. Maybe in someway I am angry with Him that I lost my sister and that I have this disorder that no one understands or even cares to understand. You feel isolated and alone with no where to turn.




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