Most of the time I feel at peace with the turn my life has taken, but some days I just feel sorrow. We all have bad days no matter how our lives are going, but my bad days are a little different in that I feel sorrowful. I miss my old life. I hate missing out on everything everyone else gets to do. I just want to be normal. I’m tired of being the only one with limitations and I’m tired of people trying to convince me that my health is a mind over matter kind of problem. I feel sorrow when I can’t go do the things I really want to do and it hurts me to my very core.
Sometimes it’s only too easy to become weighted down with sorrow about my situation and yet I look around and I can see sorrow in the lives of almost everyone I know, just in a different form.
Almost all of us carry sorrow in some shape or form. There are some lucky people who lived charmed and easy lives, but they are few and far in between. When I find myself sorrowful for what I have lost and when I get to the point where I am consumed by jealousy of others and what I perceive to be their easy life, I remind myself that a lot of sorrow is quiet and hidden. I’m not the only one dealing with a life different from what was expected, at some point everyone’s lives take a turn they didn’t expect to take.