I am so wholly, fully, and surely over being chronically ill that I can’t even know what to say. Literally. There are not enough words in the English (or any other) language to express the level of frustration, anger, sadness, and utter disgust that I have right now. The state of the world. Society. Illness. I. AM. TIRED.
My problems are in the scheme of this world, minor at best
As I look at the mirror at my swollen glands I am simply too over it to feel pity for myself (since I recognize that my problems are in the scheme of this world minor at best) and not sick enough to lie down in defeat. No words. No tears. Just a ball of complex thoughts and frustrated emotion. Only three words come to mind as I finish out this impromptu post..
In spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream.
