Will I Ever Be Myself Again?

Trying to Keep My Head Up

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Striding through the Gare du Nord after a beautiful day in Paris, my legs gave out. A sudden attack of crippling…even now I don’t know what to call it. Pain? A sensation I’ve never experienced. One second my legs worked correctly and the next they were collapsing.

It came in waves that got shorter in duration. They weren’t numb, they just didn’t…