I wish you weren’t sick.
If you were healthy, everything in my life would be perfect.
I have been battling these words inside my head. They would be easier to fight off if Oz hadn’t been the one to say them.
They would also be easier to fight off if I hadn’t been working so hard to fight myself.
Fibromyalgia and relationships can be a tricky cocktail to stomach.
This past week has been pretty tough. Incredible, unusual pain in one of my ovaries has me worried about what else could possibly be going wrong with my body. The ever present exhaustion and fatigue I dance with daily is pretty taxing too. And then Oz’s words above. I can empathize with them and him. But I’m left searching for purpose.
Purpose. To have purpose. Purposefully.
I am seeking definitions for those words in application to life with chronic pain, and to love.
So far this is the best I could find. So listen to it. And let me know what you think.
Cloud Cult: Purpose