I know some of you are already shaking your heads about this post, go ahead and shake it right on outta here if your head shake is disrespecting.
Having a chronic illness can make birthdays both a blessing and a curse; a blessing because whoohooo I survived another year! And a curse because now I am getting older and those pain will add to the how much longer must I suffer like this?!
So many with illnesses/diseases just like mine are not gifted another birthday, their family doesn't have next year to plan for. Birthdays become reminders of sadness and loss.
I'm turning 41 in a few days, another year I didn't expect to love to see.
I look back at my 40th year and am in awe! My health was not good- as always, but I have grown more emotionally in the last year, I am stronger and happier with my self than in all of the previous years combined. I guess that's another blessing with illness, you basically loose all of who you were and get to soul search for who you really are.
I have no idea what the next year will bring, but I know I am brining one hell of a fight plan along. I will see another birthday! These illnesses will not win!
So yes? I will celebrate life, celebrate ME for not only the rest of my birth month, but every day of every month, because I am worth it.
So to me, to you, to all of us surviving chronic illness; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUR BADASS SELF!!! 🎉🎉🎉