The Truth Is...

Over the past week or so, I've sat down to write a new blog post about how I've been doing, but, well, the truth is, I'm not doing well. The truth is, I haven't wanted to put that in writing. I haven't wanted to utter the words out loud; I haven't wanted to set them down in stone, or, well...publish them, but here they are: I am in a funk.

The truth is, I'm tired of Lyme disease; I'm tired of fighting; I'm tired of feeling awful. I'm just so tired. I'm tired of trying to keep my chin up; I'm tired of looking for the positive. I'm tired of feeling like the parent who has to put on a brave face for the kids. I'm tired of taking pills. I'm tired of the endless symptoms. But most of all, I'm tired of the pain.

Yes it's true, I'm stubborn as hell and I will beat this. This is one of those times when being tenacious is vital. But for now, I'm so damn frustrated, and I just want to throw myself a pity party. The good news is, you're all invited. But the truth is, I've gone into PJ mode and I'm not coming out until I'm better.

(Credit for this awesome photo: here)