On a daily basis I struggle with the realities of chronic illness. I struggle with my limitations and not being able to do what I want to do. I struggle with how my mind wants to do something but my body absolutely refuses to do it. I struggle with not being able to push myself to do something when my body is tired. I am reminded daily that my body defines my every minute. But still, I remind myself, I am not my body.
My body is broken, it doesn’t work the way it was designed to, but I am not broken. My body is tired and doesn’t want to keep going, but I am not tired. The person that is me remains strong and intact while my body fails me on a daily basis. I am not my body. I am happy, I am dependable, I am powerful , and I most of all I am strong. I am not my body.