I think one of the worst parts of having a chronic disease is how it sometimes just breaks you.
You can have several bad days in a row and handle it fine; then one day you lose it because you’ve gone so long taking it that you eventually get to a point where you just can’t do it anymore.
You’ll try to open the dryer door and can’t.
You’ll be cold and won’t be able to get warm. The kind of cold where you can’t get warm so you want to put your blanket in the dryer for half hour but you can’t open the damn door.
You feel grateful for any help you have, but you wish you didn’t need it in the first place.
No one tells you when you get sick that you will have days that don’t just test your pain levels or your patience, they will literally test your very will to get through the day.
