Do you know how great I feel today? I took a shower, made it down the stairs and into the car to make it to church! Hold up don't even hate on me.
So you worked a 9 hr day and made dinner then, did a load of laundry, now your individually braiding your child's hair before you write your best seller.
Your day is not mine your walk won't be like mine either.
I strive to do the big things in life you know walk a mile dance, a jig, but if I make it to the bathroom without messing myself I've done big things. I want to write and sometimes I'm so crippled by my mind and body that every moment I'm able to push past it to read a book with my babies or smile and chat with a neighbor for more than 5 mins is like winning a championship. Remember just because you LOOK at someone and they seem fine doesn't mean there isn't a life kidnapping (can't call it anything else that defines illness so well) situation going on.
