At 20 years old, I felt as if I was cursed. I was angry, depressed, and questioned God, "Why me?" When I was diagnosed with my illness, I was a single mother and felt that my life was over. I had constant doubts, day in and day out, trying to figure out how I would be able to support my child financially, physically, mentally, and emotionally. I went through pain, sacrifices, struggle, and heartache dealing with my illness. I would lie there...