I have Atlis disease.
When I first found out that I had it, I was shocked. Devastated.
In just that short instant, my life turned completely upside-down.
I had to wake up every morning with this realisation that my organs were degenerating. My systems were shutting down. My body was dying.
It was hard to imagine, but my life could end at any moment. Every new morning was a gift, as I never knew whether I would be able to climb into bed that night.
From that point on, every day mattered. I couldn't bear to watch any of my limited time slip away.
I wrote down all my dreams, and my fears that were holding me back.
I listed down all the dear friends I stopped keeping in touch with.
I recalled all the things I wished I could do with my loved ones.
I cut out pictures of all the places I always wanted to go to.
I learned to sing, dance, paint and cook.
I laughed louder.
I loved harder.
I lived fuller.
Funny thing is, I'm still alive and well today. All without the need for medicines or therapy. I like to call it my personal miracle.
I haven't beaten the disease yet, though. And I hope I never will.
You see, this Atlis Disease I have actually stands for Awareness That Life Is Short.
Once I diagnosed myself with it, there was no turning back. My one life meant everything, and I had to make it count.
You don't need a real disease to realise that you're dying. You are.
Have you contracted Atlis Disease yet?