Thoughts of a Narcoleptic Mind

Medications don't work for me. There is no moment of reprieve No intermittent sighs of relief Rarely are their brief windows of clarity My search for relief has become more of a dream never realized This journey has become more of an impossible struggle to find an elusive treasure from some fairytale I was once told but have come to realize was one elaborate lie My doubts, my fears, so many times overshadow my hopes and my faith The confidence that I once held onto so dearly has ever so subtly begun to dissipate

Some of you are probably sick of hearing me speak on this, and I would apologize accept for the fact that I am not sorry. We all have causes that are important to us. This is mine, and I am not going to let my only show of support be a black ribbon for Narcolepsy or a pic of me stating Narcolepsy Not Alone. I put a lot out here and it isn't for sympathy. I don't need anyone feeling sorry for me because God has got me. There are people like me, who need help. Narcolepsy is so much more than a sleep disorder. It affects cognitive skills, muscoskeletal functioning, metabolism, as well as other neurological functioning. I have lost family, friends, jobs,  homes and any ability to live a normal life. I never thought I would end up in a homeless shelter, but I did and it was other Narcoleptics who helped me, people who are also in fear of losing everything they have. The numbers just keep increasing. No one questions Parkinson's, or Dimentia. You say Narcolepsy, and it's, &q