Shattered
My chronic illness struggle isn't a new one. 8 solid years of pain, nausea, blood tests, scopes, try this, change that, no answers. 8 years and you would think I had adapted more to the unexpected. I'm sitting tonight curled up in pain on my parents' couch. I wasn't planning on being here. I was supposed to go to my sister's play tonight. I spent all day excited to see my sweet sister chase her passions on stage, see her talents shine and see her do what she loves best. I was excited to go to dinner. To laugh with my family and feel a little normal after a busy week at work. And then, halfway to my house, my chronic illness decided to rear its ugly head. I was in tears as I drove, praying I could just make it home and take some medicine. Sharp, shooting pains. Waves of nausea. Wishing I could be anywhere that wasn't Redwood Road as I drove further and further from my apartment, from my sweatpants, from anythi...