One thing I hate being about disabled and that I hope that I'm not alone in is that it seems to be a never-ending cycle. I don't just mean the symptoms, which, of course, is constant or near constant. It's a part of me, us. I also mean that it seems like my body never stops being out to get me. I get a diagnosis, finally knowing what's wrong. I have an answer, and I'm able to start working on treatment and/or better management of my symptoms. The problem? It doesn't ever seem to be enough to satisfy. Something new pops up, whether it's completely new symptoms or the same exact issue I've had before essentially bringing me back to square one, and it sucks. Which, I know that's a part of being disabled but also a part of me hates accepting this fact. The fact that no matter how well I treat my body, it's just going to be this way.