My mom would be disappointed that I call myself the sick girl. But, that’s how I think of me. I don’t remember the last time I was healthy for any amount of time. People look at me and see my diseases and struggles.
I dream of the day that I don’t have to pack a bunch of medication with me just to run to the store just in case something happened.
I dream of the day that my arms don’t make people think I am a druggy from all the IV attempts.
I dream of the day that when people ask me how I’m doing I don’t have to lie and tell them I am fine.
Many people have it worse than me, I don’t want to sound like an ungrateful brat. I am lucky to have an amazing support system and a good life.
The Sick Girl With the Dog 