Author's Note: I struggled with the decision to post this. I always want to be real, but I also don't want to hurt anyone. I love my parents and everything they've done for me, especially in the last five years, but my reality hasn't been easy. I hope you can relate to, or, at least, appreciate my thoughts. I moved in with my parents in 2019. ALS. I kept falling and smacking my head. I got scared. I couldn’t live alone anymore. Because so many 20- and 30-somethings have had

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