Remember me?

I’m feeling pretty disconnected from people. I’m in my own little bubble of secrets and sickness and this stupid medication I’ve been taking since January that’s supposed to make me better just feels like it’s making me worse. I went to therapy today which was great, but I’m so emotionally drained from airing out all my baggage. Connor is nearing the end of the semester and he’s just as worn out and tired as I am only he’s not taking nasty meds. There are so many things to be grateful for and I’m so happy I have access to a therapist I love and medications that make my body healthier. I look forward to the day when my body is perfected in Christ and I don’t have to worry about overdoing it one day because I’ll have the energy I need. I’ll be able to run without my knees feeling like they’re broken! I don’t feel like I have chronic pain and I’m so sorry for people that do, but my little body has a lot going on and I’m just tired and sad.