The Bad Days

So I am sitting in bed writing to you guys today. I feel like absolute death to be quite honest and these are the days I dread. My body feels that of an 80 year old and I feel like I pulled an all nighter. I will never understand why my body hates me so much. It’s these days that give me a different perspective on life, and tell me to be grateful for the days I’m rewarded with little pain. It’s these days that teach me my limits and more about myself. It’s these days that make me sad and confused. It’s these days I probably wish I was someone else. I’ve had way more hard days than easy in the past few months. Flares are awful things I don’t wish on anyone. I hear so many people outside my pool having fun, while I am so frail in my bed. Always remember to count your blessings because I do.

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