Louisiana Myasthenia Gravis warriors onlyy

11/23/2025

This is a story about a superhero who has MG...

The Heavy Lifter
The alarm on Silas’s wrist didn’t beep; it vibrated. A sharp, jagged buzz that meant Trouble.
Silas was currently sitting on his couch, staring at a bottle of Pyridostigmine. It was 2:00 PM. The "afternoon slump" wasn't just a mood for him; it was a physiological cliff. His left eyelid was already drooping, a heavy shutter he couldn't quite winch up, and his chewing muscles felt like they had run a marathon just from eating a sandwich.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
He tapped the holographic display. BRIDGE COLLAPSE. I-95. MULTIPLE CASUALTIES.
Silas closed his eyes. He should call it in. He should let The Vanguard or Speed-Demon handle it. They had endurance. They had bodies that obeyed them. But they were two states away, and Silas—known to the world as Atlas—was three blocks over.
"Okay," he whispered. His voice was nasally, the soft palate in the back of his throat too tired to lift properly. "One burst. Just one."
He swallowed two pills, though he knew they wouldn't kick in fast enough. He triggered his suit. The exoskeleton clamped around his legs and spine—a necessary crutch. It did the walking for him, but his powers? The telekinetic strength that allowed him to hoist tanks and catch airplanes? That came from his mind, channeled through his nerves.
And his nerves were fraying wires.
The scene was chaos. A section of the suspension bridge had snapped, dangling precariously over the churning river below. Cars were sliding toward the edge like loose change on a tilted table.
Atlas hit the air, his flight wobbly. Usually, he soared. Today, he fluttered.
"Help! Oh god, help us!"
A sedan was teetering on the rebar, tipping forward. Inside, a mother and a child in a car seat.
Silas reached out. He didn't use his hands physically; he used his bio-field. He wrapped his mind around the car's bumper. Lift.
The car stopped sliding. He felt the weight of it—two tons of steel and fear. Usually, this was nothing. Usually, this was a feather.
But as he pulled the car back toward the safe asphalt, the Fade hit him.
It didn't hurt. That was the misconception people had about Myasthenia Gravis. It wasn't pain; it was silence. It was sending a command to your arm to hold, and the arm simply... not receiving the memo.
His vision doubled. He was suddenly seeing two cars, two bridges. The signal from his brain to his power source stuttered.
Don't drop them. Don't you dare drop them.
He was sweating, cold clammy skin inside the suit. The car je**ed.
"Please!" the woman screamed.
"I... got... you," Silas grunted, but his words were slushy, unintelligible. His diaphragm felt like wet paper. He couldn't breathe deep enough to focus.
The car slipped six inches.
The connection was breaking. It was like trying to hold onto a greased rope. His mind was screaming LIFT, but his transmitter was dead. The antibodies were swarming, blocking the receptors. The power cut out.
Clang.
The car dropped onto the edge of the broken concrete, violently. The back tires spun in empty air.
Silas gasped, his arms falling to his sides, dead weight. He hovered there, helpless, watching the car rock. He had dropped them. He had actually dropped them.
"No," he wheezed.
He tried to raise his hand again. It twitched. That was all. A finger twitched.
The car tipped backward. Gravity took over where Silas had failed.
He watched, horrified, as the vehicle slid off the edge.
Move. Move!
He dive-bombed. Not with power, but with gravity. He let himself fall. He slammed his body against the trunk of the falling car, pinning it against a protruding steel girder of the bridge support.
He wasn't using telekinesis now. He was using friction and the mechanical strength of his exoskeleton. But the suit wasn't designed for this. He was hanging upside down, holding the car by the axle with his mechanical gloves, his physical muscles screaming.
The weakness spread. It moved from his eyes to his neck. His head lolled back, too heavy to hold up. He was staring upside down at the river.
"Sir! Sir, are you okay?" the woman cried from inside the suspended car.
Silas couldn't answer. If he tried to speak, he would lose the focus needed to keep the suit locked. If he let go, they died. If he held on, he might pass out from respiratory failure.
He was the strongest man in the city, and he couldn't even lift his own eyelids.
Just hold on, he told himself, the darkness creeping into the edge of his vision. Just until the real heroes get here.
His grip slipped. The car jolted.
He didn't drop them because he wanted to. He didn't drop them because he was scared. He dropped them because the switch had been flipped to 'OFF'.
As his vision went black and his fingers uncurled against his will, Silas prayed that the water below was deep enough for them all.

11/23/2025

After years of struggling with addiction, Ryan finally found the courage to seek help. He checked into a rehab facility, determined to get clean and start anew.

However, just as Ryan was making progress in his recovery, he suffered a devastating setback. He went into a Myasthenia Gravis crisis, a severe exacerbation of his chronic autoimmune disorder.

The crisis left Ryan weak, exhausted, and struggling to cope with the emotional toll of his condition. Despite his best efforts to explain his situation, he was constantly accused of being high or drunk.

The accusations cut deep, and Ryan began to feel like he was losing his grip on reality. He became withdrawn, isolated, and struggled to manage his emotions.

One day, Ryan found himself battling the urge to hurt someone. He was exhausted, frustrated, and felt like he was being pushed to the edge.

But as he stood in his kitchen, his fists clenched and his heart racing, Ryan realized that he had a choice. He could give in to his anger and frustration, or he could find a way to rise above it.

Ryan took a deep breath, let his fists relax, and began to cry. He cried for the pain and suffering he had endured, for the accusations and misunderstandings, and for the struggle to find his place in the world.

As he cried, Ryan realized that he didn't have to be defined by his condition or his past mistakes. He could choose to rise above, to find a new sense of purpose and meaning.

Ryan's journey was far from easy, but he slowly began to rebuild his life. He found a support group for people with Myasthenia Gravis, where he met others who understood his struggles.

He also started seeing a therapist, who helped him work through his emotions and develop coping strategies. Ryan learned to prioritize his physical and mental health, and he slowly began to rebuild his sense of self-worth.

Today, Ryan is a testament to the human spirit's capacity for resilience and transformation. He still struggles with Myasthenia Gravis, but he has learned to manage his symptoms and live a fulfilling life.

Ryan's story serves as a reminder that everyone deserves compassion, understanding, and support. By sharing his journey, Ryan hopes to raise awareness about Myasthenia Gravis and inspire others to seek help when they need it.

11/18/2025

Here's a story about a young man's struggle with Myasthenia Gravis and the stigma surrounding his condition:

Juan was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis (MG), a rare chronic illness that affects the nervous system. The disease causes muscle weakness, fatigue, and double vision, making everyday tasks a challenge.

Despite his condition, Juan was determined to live a normal life. However, he soon realized that his symptoms were often misinterpreted by others. People would assume he was high on drugs, particularly he**in, due to his slurred speech, droopy eyelids, and shaky movements.

Juan tried to explain his condition to others, but no one seemed to believe him. Myasthenia Gravis was a relatively unknown disease at the time, and people would often think he was just making excuses for his supposed addiction.

Frustrated and tired of being judged, Juan stopped trying to convince people of his innocence. Instead, he would agree with their assumptions, allowing them to think he was a drug addict. Juan felt that having a disability was a sign of weakness, and he didn't want anyone's pity.

As a result, Juan's mental health began to suffer. He felt isolated and alone, unable to share his true struggles with anyone. He became withdrawn, and his self-esteem plummeted.

One day, Juan discovered tattooing as a way to express himself and regain control over his life. Despite his muscle weakness, he learned to adapt and develop techniques that worked for him.

Through tattooing, Juan found a sense of purpose and identity. He was no longer defined by his condition or the assumptions of others. Juan's story serves as a reminder that people are often quick to judge others based on appearances, without taking the time to understand their true struggles.

11/18/2025

Here's a story about a young man's struggle with Myasthenia Gravis, addiction, and childhood trauma:

Juan was once a talented and accomplished tattoo artist, known for his incredible skill and attention to detail. However, his life took a drastic turn when he was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis (MG), a rare chronic illness that affects the nervous system.

As Juan struggled to cope with the physical limitations imposed by his condition, he turned to substance abuse as a way to escape his emotional pain. He became addicted to opioids, which further exacerbated his physical and mental health issues.

Juan's addiction led to a downward spiral, causing him to lose everything he had worked for: his tattoo business, his relationships, and even his home. Despite his best efforts, Juan found it challenging to stay sober, largely due to the unresolved childhood trauma and poor mental health that had plagued him for years.

The combination of his physical illness, addiction, and childhood trauma made it difficult for Juan to keep his promises or maintain any sense of stability in his life. He would often make commitments, only to break them due to his inability to cope with his emotional pain.

One day, Juan hit rock bottom. He realized that he needed help and couldn't overcome his struggles alone. With the support of his loved ones, Juan checked into a rehabilitation facility, where he began the long journey of recovery.

In rehab, Juan received treatment for his addiction, childhood trauma, and mental health issues. He learned healthy coping mechanisms, such as meditation and therapy, to manage his emotional pain.

Juan's journey towards recovery was not easy, but it was a necessary step towards healing and rebuilding his life. He slowly began to regain control over his life, reestablishing relationships and finding new purpose.

Today, Juan is a testament to the human spirit's capacity for resilience and redemption. He continues to work on his recovery, using his experiences to help others who struggle with addiction and mental health issues.

11/18/2025

Here's a story about a young man's struggle with Myasthenia Gravis and poor mental health:

Juan had always felt like his body was betraying him. At 19, he was diagnosed with Myasthenia Gravis (MG), a chronic illness that affects the nervous system, causing muscle weakness and fatigue.

As Juan navigated his early twenties, he struggled to come to terms with his new reality. The physical limitations imposed by his condition made everyday tasks challenging, and he often felt like he was losing his sense of identity.

But Juan's physical health struggles were only part of the picture. He had also been dealing with poor mental health, including anxiety and depression. The emotional pain and feelings of hopelessness often overwhelmed him, making it difficult to cope.

Despite his best efforts, Juan found himself withdrawing from his friends and family. He felt like a burden, and the shame and guilt associated with his condition and mental health struggles made him want to hide.

One day, Juan hit rock bottom. He realized that he needed help and couldn't overcome his struggles alone. With the support of his loved ones, Juan checked into a rehabilitation facility, where he began the long journey of healing.

In rehab, Juan received treatment for his mental health issues, as well as guidance on managing his Myasthenia Gravis. He learned healthy coping mechanisms, such as meditation and therapy, to deal with his emotional pain.

Juan's journey towards healing was not easy, but it was a necessary step towards reclaiming his life. He slowly began to rebuild his relationships, reestablish his sense of purpose, and find new ways to manage his physical and mental health.

Today, Juan is a testament to the human spirit's capacity for resilience and redemption. He continues to work on his mental health, using his experiences to help others who struggle with similar issues.

11/18/2025

In Denver, Colorado, during the bleak 1980s, a young boy named Ethan lived a life that could only be described as nightmarish. His days were painted in shades of grey and he walked the thin line between existence and despair. Locked away in the suffocating darkness of the basement, the boy became a silent witness to his own suffering. It was a place of cold walls and damp air, where the echoes of his own cries were his only companions.

Ethan's parents were unreachable, trapped in their own cycles of neglect and anger. Food was a privilege, not a right, as he quickly learned. For days on end, he would go without, the gnawing hunger bringing him to the brink of madness. When his mother finally unlocked the basement door, it was often accompanied by the bitterness of a day-old loaf or a forgotten can of soup. He would eat ravenously, only to purge the meager sustenance from his body, convinced that whatever they offered him was unworthy. He started saving bits of food, a few spoonfuls tucked away, hoping they would not vanish into the endless void of his parent’s indifference.

Ethan grew up thinking of himself as broken, convinced that the gnawing hollow in his stomach mirrored the darkness in his heart. School was a battleground where he barely fought to exist, a chasm of laughter that he couldn’t pe*****te. Other kids would munch on sandwiches, their simple joy a reminder of the captivity that bound him.

The years dragged on, the darkness of the basement following him like a shadow. By the time he reached adolescence, he was haunted by his past. He wore the burden of secrets, each hunger pang carving deeper into his fragile psyche. Every meal was a reminder of his abuse and every bout of self-reproach was a reminder that he was not blooming, but wilting.

However, in the depth of his darkness, a fragile spark of hope ignited when Ethan discovered a support group for trauma survivors in a dimly lit community center. This marked a turning point in his life. Through shared stories, he learned the power of vulnerability and connection. For the first time, he felt like he had a voice, a chance to release the weight he’d been carrying all those years.

As he listened to others share tales of their struggles, Ethan found peace—not only in their shared pain but in his desire to help them heal as he tried to mend his own wounds. He recalled the moment when a young girl, no older than ten, spoke of her own battle with food insecurity and trauma. Instead of recoiling, Ethan reached out his hand, promising that the shadows they felt could be confronted together.

Ethan began using his experiences to guide others, leading discussions, sharing stories, and creating a safe space for those who felt broken. Little by little, he regained his sense of self, the feeling that he was worth more than the scraps he had been taught to accept. The boy who had once locked himself away was now a beacon of hope, transforming his darkness into a light that helped illuminate the paths of others.

By helping those who shared similar stories, Ethan learned to forgive himself. He realized he was not broken; he was simply a survivor shaped by his past. In giving food—a metaphorical feast of emotional support and understanding—he found what he had so long sought: a sense of belonging and peace.

And as he stood in front of the group he led, speaking of resilience, perhaps for the first time in his life, Ethan smiled, knowing that he was healing, not just for himself but for countless others.

The basement, once filled with darkness, had been reshaped in his heart to a sanctuary, a reminder of how far he had come.

11/13/2025

11/04/2025

Having myasthenia gravis can be a sh*tty deal but it doesn't have to be .

11/04/2025

At the end of the day even if u didn't get anything accomplished, you tried and that there is how u will win. Never give up and only give in to God...

08/26/2025

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08/26/2025

Me personally having myasthenia gravis for so long and then having to battle the mental health situation plus having to fight my addiction which was caused by traumatic events that I have experience in a lot of fields...child abuse,mental and physical abuse. Addiction and I also believe in God so I can imagine what's next i just don't want to be left behind....