The weather changed. It lowered over twenty degrees in two hours and I was a knotted mess. I wanted to explain to my teenage daughter exactly my diagnosis, so I pulled up Wikipedia and entered the terms. We read them together. She finally understood the life I live inside my body. What surprized me is how emotional I became when I talked about my issues. I've lived with my disability day in and day out and my family has witnessed me transforming from being very active to living inside a body that responds to lowering temperatures and changing barometers. Some how, seeing my diagnosis in black and white seemed horrific. I would not wish for anyone to experience these symptoms, yet not only I do, but my family also witnesses my health issues with me. We embrace it together. Their support means the world to me. I sometimes feel as if I am letting them down when my body does not respond the way I want it. But I am giving them my best each and every day, and no one could be disappointed with that effort. Depression has to wait another day. I'm busy conquering the world!