How I’m Redefining A Meaningful Life With Chronic Illness
Before I became sick, I viewed accomplishing goals and meeting high expectations as requirements for creating a meaningful life.
Before I became sick, I viewed accomplishing goals and meeting high expectations as requirements for creating a meaningful life.
When we compare our own pain to the pain of others, we often invalidate the very real feelings of pain we are experiencing, simply because we don’t think our own pain is as justified as the pain of others.
It’s easy to just revert back to normal living. But we need to think of all of the vulnerable people who are counting on us to protect them.
I missed you. And I still miss you. But I learned that it was more painful to question our friendship and to question myself than it was to realize that sometimes people come and go, and that this is just part of life.
So why do I try so hard to be “normal?” Why do I push myself so much when I feel like crap 70-80% of the time?
We are the sum of all of the progress we have made. All of the times we decided to move forward against all odds.
My mom would have wanted me to live and to feel alive. She would have wanted me to be joyful, to live the best life I could.
I didn’t really like this year. It was daunting and rough and everything in between. But it still had its irreplaceable moments. It still had its lessons and blessings. And I still wouldn’t erase it, even if I could.
I miss you when I hang ornaments on the tree, especially the ornament with your name on it. I miss you when I hear Christmas music playing softly on the radio. And I really miss singing “Feliz Navidad” in the car with you, at the top of our lungs.
Thou shalt not feel guilty for going back for a second helping of Grandma’s delicious apple pie.