My name is Sara. College junior. Former dancer. RSD sufferer/conqueror. Nerdfighter. I love a huge majority of TV shows, books, and so on. I read almost anything. I also love historical fashion and history in general. I try to get through everyday as optimistically as possible.
I had all day end-of-semester stuff. And we had to go out for lunch because the student center closed down. And then I came home, showered, dried my hair, packed, and waited to be picked. Then it was the drive here to my sister’s.
I’m pretty tired. Not sure how long I’ll be up.
The Chronic Illness Inner Battle
Me: No, you don't understand. I am writhing in pain every minute of every hour.
Other part of me: No, this is fine, I really want to go out. I'll say it's too much when I have to.
Me: Seriously, things like brushing my hair and shaving hurt like hell because my wrists are pieces of shit.
Other part of me: I promise, I don't need help. I'll ask if I do!
Me: I use a cane when I'm at home
Other part of me: I don't need handicapped parking, I'm supposed to be active!
Me: This isn't fair, why am I so young and so sick? And why won't it go away?
Other part of me: I'm blessed with an awesome support system, I can do this. Definitely.
Me: I am utterly consumed by pain and need you to understand.
Other part of me: I am more than my chronic illness, and I'll be fine.