I hold my head up and tell you what I have achieved, the look of respect is better than pity. I don't mention what it took to get here, the struggles you can't comprehend. I don't want to see charity or even worse, disbelief when I try to explain why it's so hard to get out of bed some days.
I tell you I feel fine when my whole body is hurting and I want to lie down and give up. I don't want your well meaning advice, I have tried so many different things to overcome the daily agony.
I hold my head high and tell you what you want to hear. I can't stand to listen to myself whine about my day to day struggle. I tell you I have it under control, even when I don't. This is normal for me, and I have been told again and again it's all in my head. Just try this pill, eat this food, exercise this way.
I hold my head up because I don't have a choice. I don't want your pity, I don't want to try to explain why this is a daily reality for me.
I hold my head up, and put one foot in front of the other. The alternative is to give into the pain, the struggle. I refuse to give in, I hold my head up and keep going.
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