I posted on my status earlier that today was a good day. It was.
I left the house.
I engaged with others in public.
I laughed and ate and chatted with family.
I even washed my hair.
It was a good day.
You see, each of these things may seem minor to so many people.
I guess in the bigger scheme of things, they are.
But
I don't know what tomorrow or the next day will be like.
One, or all of those things could be impossible for me to do without triggering an attack.
On a bad day...
It's the inability to do my hair because it's too painful.
The inability to eat.
The inability to hold a conversation for any period of time without pain.
It's the little things.
The little things become the things that allow or block me from living the life I want. The life I expected to have right now.
The trick has become to celebrate when they form part of a good day, because there's no positive to engage with it when they're part of a bad day.
The little things.
There's an elephant on my face by Lianne Keiller is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
