I've been dealing with a lot of frustration lately because of Lyme flare ups, some really bad and debilitating ones. In those moments sometimes I feel like I have no control, that I’m at the mercy of Lyme disease. It feels like I’m unable to fight or to keep going. My mind will try to tell me that I’m unable to change anything. Then I remember Jane Austen "I will be mistress of myself" and I realize that I do still have control, my control is in how I respond. I can lie down