The pain hit me like a ton of bricks. It was the first sign that I had Sjögren’s Syndrome. No matter how hard I tried, the pain remained. My life was filled with despair.
I was constantly exhausted and dehydrated, making it hard to make it through my day. Family and friends noticed the constant discomfort and began to worry. I felt the weight of their concern on my shoulders.
But I refused to give up. I kept fighting, knowing that with the right support, I would find hope. With the help of my doctor, I learned to manage the disease and make it manageable. Now, I’m determined to live my life without letting the pain define me.