Do not confuse my bad days as a sign of weakness. Those are actually the days I am fighting the hardest. This is for anyone in my family who is struggling through a chronic illness, dealing with a heartache or disappointment, or grieving.
my fibro pain was bad on this day; I cried because I hurt so bad all over my body. Went to Good Friday service anyway. My pain was nothing like what Jesus willingly went through for me, for my salvation forever. Thank You, God, Jesus, Holy Spirit.
"I'm always scared to say how I really feel. No one wants to hear 'It's getting worse.' Everyone wants to hear 'It's finally better.' But what if it isn't? What if I'm lying?" --- Dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and depression is a constant battle.