Weapons of hope

Can I tell you something Rett Syndrome sucks. No matter how loud i shout, no matter how much I raise awareness it still doesn’t change the fact that Rett syndrome sucks.

Rett syndrome stole my heart. 

My world was shattered, my soul forever scarred. 

Grief is a turbulent ride it twists you up and down and inside out. Just when you think you are coming to land it flies up again twisting the very air you breathe.

 A tornado in your soul.

I want to stop being angry, to stop wanting to scream out loud, I want to find peace. 

But I cannot, not until there is a cure for Rett Syndrome. Not until the thief is placed in a cage. Not until the battle is won. 

We will win this battle, the scientists are waging a war, preparing weapons of happiness.

Weapons of promise.


Weapons of hope. 



One day the weapon of the cure will be found and Rett Syndrome will be defeated.

Until then we will battle on, supporting the research with fundraising. 

Every penny in the arsenal against the enemy.

Against Rett syndrome,

Will will be hope in action, until there is #nomoreemptyarms

  

  

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