i happened to glance over my last entry, and i saw that i wrote: “is this how i would be if i was normal and healthy? would i laugh more? would i enjoy my life and have more fun? would i have more energy to be social?”
i just realized how horribly that reads. i don’t mean to imply that i don’t enjoy my life or that i’m not happy or not having any fun. it’s just that RA shades SO MUCH of every single second, of every single day, that i can’t even recall how i was before being diagnosed. i’ve had to modify ME, and it’s not that i regret it…but i do wish i had a say in the matter! i didn’t choose to be broken, but i work with what i have. and, yes, sometimes that creates a teeny pocket of resentment in my day, but i don’t let it linger for too long. where’s the sense in that?
in any case, just wanted to put that out there. i’m not even sure who reads this, but whoever you are: thanks for visiting!
