I am having one of those days where I don't know which part of my body to cry about first. I feel so poorly.
Being young and sick is sorta like being elderly, except we lack the reflection on all the great times and great things we did long ago. Instead, we watch our peers make the memories and strides they'll look back on fondly, bitterly observing and praying for our chance. Our time.
It can be so hard when you have a chronic illness and just look at the healthy people and wish you could feel better. Being 26 and on more than 19 prescribed medications doesn't feel normal. Weekly medical appointments and monitoring is not how I want to spend my time. But it's what I have to deal with. Today I feel like a poorly person, I need to rest and recover. It's not predictable and sometimes it knocks me out of nowhere. But I am strong and resilient, please remember I'm fighting if I'm a bit quiet or not around ❤️.
This is from my journal a few weeks ago but is so relevant today as I'm resting after a flare up that landed me on a surgical assessment ward full of morphine!! Chronic illness is hard.