What I wish you knew…

Every day is a little bit different. Some days I am full of life and energy, and others, my hands curl up and don’t work, and my feet ache every step. Every year, a doctor tells me a different diagnosis. Every medication is a small drain on my mental health. When I am at school, small miracles keep me focused on something other than pain. When you ask how I am, no matter what, the answer deep down is always “struggling”. But friends are the thing that keeps me going, so I say “doing good”. Which is part truth, because for every day I am standing, there is another day where I cannot. I am both grateful and disabled.