I am so tired of my body. My back hurts so much I can barely stand, despite doing nothing for the eleventy billionth day. My migraines are back. My stomach is flaring up.
I'm grumpy. I don't want to talk to my friends because I don't want to drag them down. But not talking to them reinforces the idiotic belief that they don't really care if I'm okay.
I want a day where I can move again. I want to go for a walk and see the changing leaves on the trees. I want to smell the outdoors from the outdoors. I want to pick raspberries and blackberries and smell the roses in the garden. I want to go visit the rabbits and the chickens.
I want to eat a meal that isn't interrupted by frequent bathroom trips. Every time I think my stomach might be done in its flare up, it gets worse. It's been going since June. I just want to not feel like I didn't eat the day before when I wake.
I want to not need a daily nap. I want to be present in the day, to get to chat with my best friend/complicated girlfriend. I want to sleep at night. Not have to read until I fall asleep and end up half laying on my phone all night.
This isn't the life I signed up for. And tonight I'm really struggling with it. I'm told all the time by doctors that "you're too young for these problems!" I know. I know I am. But this is the body I've got, so let's do what we can so maybe I can get back to where I can at least sit up and colour or crochet for 20 minutes.
















