Bella, that could have come straight from my mouth. I was diagnosed when I was 18, and I'm 28 now. I'm one of those people who used to just be able to get right up and I loved mornings. I am still a morning person more than a night person, but I have to get up 3 hours before I go somewhere just to make sure I'm ok. Sleepovers and houseguests and living in an apt with only one bathroom are just things that I now have to worry about that other people don't have to worry about. I hate it. I just want things to be the way they were. It's hard not to think that way. People just don't appreciate how great they have it.
I try to be positive because I know a negative attitude does NOT help, but it's hard. I try to think of the things I can still do that some people are thinking "she's so lucky because she doesn't know how good she has it" like just walking if I see someone in a wheelchair. It's hard, for sure, and it sucks, for sure....just wanted you to know that I TOTALLY know how you feel. I dread the rest of my life knowing I'm going to have to live it differently than everyone else.