On an ice pack on the couch.
Some days, I feel like no one will ever understand my pain. It is so difficult to put into words the feeling of your entire body burning, as if you’re being torn apart limb by limb, every muscle screaming head to toe in desperation. I just want it to end most days. That’s the ugly truth. The internet, as terrible as it is sometimes, is a lifeline to people who exist this way. I’m thankful for the advocates out there who still find enough words to speak out when the rest of us are too tired to do so. I’m not entirely alone in this misery, even though it seems that way when I’m feeling my worst.
Your voice matters more than you can imagine, so please keep talking about it. Being heard and treated with empathy and kindness is the only hope some of us have left.