When I got sick I thought I was going to beat it. I thought I was going to fight and kick this illnesses butt and I was going to back to what was my normal life. Sadly, it turns out my body had other plans. This doesn’t mean that I have failed and given up, no I’m still fighting. I may be weaker than I used to be, and it takes me longer to get things done, but I keep going as much as I can.
I do things every day, that most take for granted. These little things make me strong.
📍I am strong everytime I get out of bed.
📍I am strong everytime I pretend to be well.
📍I am strong everytime I smile when I really want to cry.
📍I am strong everytime a doctor tell me he cant help me.
📍I am strong everytime someone tells me it’s all in my head.
📍I am strong everytime someone tells me everyone gets tired and has pain sometimes.
📍I am strong everyone tells me exercise and diet will help, when in reality it doesn’t.
📍I am strong everytime I put others needs before mine.
📍I am strong everytime I push myself so others won’t get mad, when I feel as though I cant go on.
📍I am strong when someone tells me I just lazy, when in actuality my body won’t cooperate!
📍I am strong when I have to depend on others, when I am so used to being independent.
📍I am strong everytime someone tells me I just complain too much.
I didn’t choose the chronic illness life, it chose me. I continue to push through every day even though I am extremely exhausted and in a ton of pain. I have been in pain every day for over 7 years now, and it’s not going to just disappear. I refuse to give up, I will keep fighting until I have found a way to help or until I die.
I may be weaker, but I am not beaten yet. The war isn’t over. I am reloading and adjusting my aim.