this is real

I don’t remember the last time I felt normal.

Not just in my body — but in my mind. In my heart. In the way I move through the world.

I don’t remember what it’s like to wake up feeling rested.

To stretch without stiffness.

To stand without checking in with my pain.

To make plans without wondering if I’ll have to cancel.

To go through a day without calculating every step, every choice, every ounce of energy.

And I think what scares me most…

is that I don’t know if I ever will again.

No one prepares you for this part.

For the grief that comes when you lose the version of you that was healthy.

When your life becomes smaller, quieter…

and people stop checking in because they assume you’re used to it now.

But how do you “get used to” losing control over your own body?

How do you explain that rest doesn’t make you feel better — it just stops things from getting worse?

That even the “good days” are still hard?

And that somewhere inside you…

there’s this little voice that still remembers what it felt like to just live.

Not survive. Not manage. Just live.

But chronic illness doesn’t give you that luxury.

You’re constantly floating between “maybe I’m getting better” and “why does this still hurt so much?”

You try to celebrate the small wins, even when your heart aches for all the things you’ve had to give up.

You keep showing up — to life, to responsibilities, to people —

while your body keeps pulling you backward.

And you start to wonder if people would understand you more

if you looked as sick as you feel.

If they’d be more patient. More gentle.

If you’d be allowed to just be.

Some days I’m not strong.

Some days I’m not positive.

Some days I’m just… tired.

Mentally, emotionally, spiritually tired.

But I show up anyway. Quietly. Slowly. Softly.

And I know that has to count for something.

So if you’re reading this and you feel stuck in your body…

If you feel like you’re grieving a life no one else even realizes you lost…

I see you. I get it. I’m with you.

And you’re not weak. You’re not dramatic.

You’re just living through something incredibly hard — and doing it with so much grace, even on the days you feel like you’re falling apart.

You’re not alone.

Even when it feels like no one gets it — someone out here does. 🖤

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