Flare Days: they're such assholes

Some days, the pain is quiet enough to ignore. Some days, it isn't. This is one of those days. When your body decides to wage war on itself and your brain starts whispering that you're too much, too slow, too broken to deserve the space you're taking up. When it tells you the lie that you're a burden…then I’m going to be sitting right there with you. Telling you you’re not, that you’re loved and you’re stuck with me. This isn’t about miracle cures or even staying positive, its someone sitting with you and telling you that you’re allowed to rest and that getting through the day is all you need to do. You're not a project or a problem. You're a person having a shit day. And I'm not going anywhere.