I don’t and won’t

It’s a restricted life but it’s my life nonetheless. And I don’t want to hate it. I don’t want to wish it away.

It is so far from how I imagined my life would be. And yet the lessons I’ve had to learn are things I’d likely have been oblivious to, had I not got a unknown virus and never recovered.

I will not be angry with my body because I know it’s doing its best; trying to function for me to the best of its (now limited) ability.

It is frustrating and disheartening that the same brain that secured me a 2:1 in History, now can’t read, process or reply to an email that is more than a couple of short paragraphs long.

But I will not be angry about that. It is what it is. What it is, is not ideal, but it is also so far beyond my control that I will not hate *this*.

I will not wish it was different. It does me no good to do anything but savour what I have still got. I will continue to believe that that is more than enough.

Published by Anna Redshaw

Blogging about life in the slow lane with an invisible, chronic illness. I wasn't always a sick chick so this is somewhat of a life changing experience!

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