
How ironic is it that one of my favorite bands is Life of Agony? Never in a million years would I think I would end up living a life of agony. I am not just speaking of the physical pain, but of the emotional pain that goes along with suffering from a chronic illness. My days are so unpredictable it’s frustrating. One day I am fine, the next four days I can barely move. I have to decide if today is really a day worth taking a shower for because the pain of the water hitting my hypersensitive skin makes it an unbearable task that I now avoid. I have bouts of guilt for being in pain and barely able to walk one day and then walking fine the next day. People think because I am young I am faking it. I wrestle with my mind because my mind tells me I should be hunched over, limping, using my cane, walker or wheelchair all the time. That I should not take advantage of my good days. Why? Because I crave consistency! For ONCE it would be nice to know what I will consistently be facing. I … [Read more...]









