In search of a cure

This illness, chronic halitosis, has been the worse thing that happend to me. It struck me at the age of seven. Consider that, the age of innocence, wide-eyed to the beauty, laughter, and carefree of a child, but struck by chronic halitosis. The endless shame and ridicules by other children, the isolation and confusion of a child wondering why I had chronic bad breath?

It has been decades enduring this nightmare, as I call it. Truly nothing short of a horrible, wretched living nightmare. But I won't be defeated by the misfortunes of life in bestowing this curse upon me. With all things, there comes an end. I refused to be defeated by uncontrollable circumstances.

I've always imagined whom I was truly created to become. A man of hope, courage, and passion. All that were robbed from me. It's impossible to truly understand what this living nightmare has done to me. Only if you walked a mile in my shoes, shad my tears, and cried in uttered disparity would you understand.

I've found new friends, soulmates, someone whom has walked my shoes. Together it's my passion to help carry each others' load to ease our sufferings and cursed fate.