I find it devastatingly rude when people decide to give someone with a chronic illness advice on something that they are never around to witness. I will not get into specifics, but I will say that one day I might implode from keeping shit inside. Just because I am not dealing with visible diseases does… Continue reading Explain Myself Again Or No?
I’m having one of those “why me” days. I am not in the least bit a selfish person, but every once in a while, I wonder why life has taken me in this direction. It’s hard not to wonder why life keeps getting worse and constantly putting more road blocks in my way. I really… Continue reading My War Within
I wonder if I’ll ever feel a sense of improvement or just a day where I’m not going to bed or waking up in pain. Those are things that I definitely took for granted prior to becoming sick. I even assumed that medicine would help me. When it comes down to it, I truly feel… Continue reading Innermost Thoughts
As my therapist keeps reassuring me, it’s okay to cry. We should never be ashamed of crying. It is natural and anyone who tells you otherwise must really not be acquainted with what we call life. Crying doesn’t make you weak, although at times, I forget this mantra. When you are coping with chronic illness… Continue reading It Is Okay To Cry
You win insomnia. I get it. No matter what I am prescribed, you will not allow me to sleep soundly. When I thought still being awake at 4:30 and 5am was bad, you tested me by having me go through an entire night this time. I would never wish chronic illness on my worst enemy.… Continue reading Insomnia Strikes Again
I can’t remember the last time that I went 19 days in between writing before today. This is my outlet, and it makes me feel better having a place to share my deepest thoughts and feelings. I was just explaining to my therapist last week that I have such little energy, that I am trying… Continue reading Saving My Energy
I can’t remember the last time I ever felt good. That is a sad feeling. My hope is that, one week, I will be able to respond to my therapist that I am feeling a little better than normal. I keep wishing and wishing for it, but it doesn’t come. I had a very emotional… Continue reading Where Are You Good Days?