Being in pain every day for the last thirteen years, is enough to make to make me want to give up. Knowing that I will likely be in pain every day for the rest of my life, is enough to make me want to give up. Having a body with an unusual way of dealing with stresses, anxiety and depression, is enough to make me want to give up. Yet, I don’t give up. I won’t give up. I wake up every day in a battle with my own body, and I go to bed the same way. I try my best to put a smile on my face, push through the pain, and do as much as my body will allow me, in order to take care of our home and family. Often times, this results in me paying for it over the next couple of days.
I don’t share all of this because I want sympathy. No; what I want, is understanding. It baffles my mind that people are so quick to judge me and people like myself. We get labeled as lazy or unwilling to work. We get labeled as antisocial or flaky. It’s true what they say; sometimes you have no idea what someone is going through until you have walked in their shoes. Here’s the thing though, I wouldn’t wish these shoes upon anyone. It is a battle every day, and every day I get through it with God and the support of my family.
What I would like, is to be believed. To be understood. Sadly, there are some people who will never understand. Not because they can’t, but because they don’t want to. It does not matter that they have witnessed the struggles with their own eyes. It does not matter that they have read the medical papers that you have provided them. No; it’s much easier for them to slap a label on you and call it a day. These are the people that can make you feel “less than”, but let me tell you something…you’re not “less than” and neither am I. We ARE enough. We are more than enough.
Be well my friends, remember your worth and God bless you.