I had no clue what any of that meant, but when the mist had gone, I was left crying. I felt as though I had been left totally alone, completely bereft. I was sad that I could still feel my skin, my legs, and the tingles in my feet.
It was always my assumption that this remarkable—albeit strange—ability was a side effect of the many ear infections I had while growing up.
After three years of suffering, yet functioning with my Lupus, I had an experience that changed my perception.