I had an epiphany today that the reason I am rocking in my bed with my stomach reeling, my back throbbing, and my hips hurting is because God hates me!
You see, I went out to dinner tonight with friends and tried to be normal. I ordered the chicken souvlaki and fries (not smart). I know I should have had a green salad, but I desperately desired a brief visit with the life I have had to give up. I wanted, if just for a few minutes to be normal like everyone else sitting in the diner. Damn Pride.
You see, I went out to dinner tonight with friends and tried to be normal. I ordered the chicken souvlaki and fries (not smart). I know I should have had a green salad, but I desperately desired a brief visit with the life I have had to give up. I wanted, if just for a few minutes to be normal like everyone else sitting in the diner. Damn Pride.
It sucks when everything is moving along fine and then it all crashes, again. And the worst part is that I want to climb into my bed and give up, I don't want to start over and try again, but I have to.
I am a broken spirit, broken by God. Broken not because he hates me but because he loves me enough to destroy my pride and arrogance then rebuild me.
I must learn to accept my limitations as life long, non-negotiable standards. It is the only way I am going to survive this disease with any quality of life at all.
I must learn to accept my limitations as life long, non-negotiable standards. It is the only way I am going to survive this disease with any quality of life at all.
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