Every person with asthma has their good days and their bad days. Often enough my bad days are my worst days, I grow tired of struggling to breathe while I watch my family go about their day unaffected from weather change or smoke or even perfumes. And I have to try a million and one other medicines some of which making me sick and dizzy. Only for them not to work. And sometimes I get so upset and want to just throw all my medicines out the window and stop taking it. I feel like screaming and ripping my hair out of my scalp, I sometimes wonder why I'm the only one in my family who suffers from this. Thinking it's gotta be super bad luck, then I break down and cry and thinking about how tired I am of it. I have my good days and my bad days, sometimes it's just really hard.