Now

No Right or Wrong

My entire body aches and I yearn for rest.

I really thought I was improving things a couple of weeks ago, but now I wonder if I just over did it and I’m still just paying for trying to be normal.

There is no right or wrong, there is only trial and error when dealing with chronic illness.

People have opinions, no matter what treatment you try someone always thinks their solution is the right one. People even convince you to believe in their solutions and it’s only after a disaster you realize you shouldn’t trust anyone, even if you call them doctor.

Even though I spent 30 minutes talking myself into moving from the bed to the couch earlier, I’m not upset today. Days like this use to begin in an array of unmanaged emotions. I’d normally begin crying because I wouldn’t understand why everything hurt. Then I’d continue crying because I felt guilty for crying in the first place, as if I should be stronger than the pain. However, not today.

Today, I acknowledged the body aches and fatigue are still here but no tears. I am learning it is just a part of me and it’s my job to adapt to this life. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life fighting my condition, I want to learn to live with it in harmony. Isn’t that what everyone wants, to feel happy? I mean, I get glimpses of happiness but if I’m being honest, it all still seems so untouchable.

What’s that saying, if you reach too high you might get burned down by the sun? Something like that is what I’m afraid of.

Two weeks ago I had convinced myself I was on a better path, I was progressing. Today I realize I’m still lost in a forest, hurt and moving slow, but still determined to find my way out.

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