Grateful for times of rest. I depend on them more than people know. Having an “invisible” chronic illness isn’t easy, especially when I still want to go at life full speed.
I am ever convinced that no matter how much I explain how I feel/what I am going through, there will be those who see what they wish and I’ve wasted my breath. That’s ok. Their obliviousness doesn’t erase my truth, even though if that worked in this case, I’d embrace it.
Believe it or not, I do not like how I feel right now. I do not like being achy and tired all the time. I have three weeks of great feeling, then the bottom falls out. The five pounds I just lost comes back over night. The blanket of fatigue comes back and rests on me.
I don’t have it figured out and my doctors don’t seem to want to stretch themselves to help me to. I will deal with that and move on regardless.
Sometimes all you have is your own wits and will. I will use both.
Sassy Dreams Awake 