An original name for my first post here, I know. But I can’t come up with anything better. It is one of those days.
We are at the Metro Detroit Legoland and I am in their little food court, typing this on my phone, rather than enjoying this experience with my almost 11 year old Autistic son. My hubby is taking R around to the different areas.
I truly wish I felt better today. I truly wish I felt better everyday, but I don’t. This is life with Fibromyalgia and Bipolar I Disorder.
In short, life is generally sucky! But I am strong. I will persevere. I won’t like it, but I’ll do it. It is expected of me. It is expected of us all. I live for the little moments. The small, bright moments in my life. This just isn’t one of them.
Though it should be.
It should be. We are celebrating the birthday of my one and only child that we fought so hard to have! And here I sit, in the corner, almost crying, writing my first post. Keeping it real. Trying to keep it real.
The Painful Pagan 