Chronic Illness Smiles.

Chronic illness.

Chronic is smiles like this, then 10 minutes later, a head in the toilet. It sneaks up and steals your joy without a moment’s notice or a "hello, can I come in?" It infiltrates into your brain and tells you you'll never get better, and so, you feel an urgency to tell everyone else you love them. It makes you too soft to think like the savvy businessperson you are and too weak to see your call for helps until you've already fallen. It sucks the aliveness out of you every time it gets. And yet, you still fight back.

You.

You take responsibility for mistakes made when chronic illness is at the mic instead of you.

You plan trips you know you may not successfully get through because your aliveness, although compromised, is so much bigger than the bully taking up residence in your body.

You love with every inch of your heart and try your hardest to let others love you back the same way despite what chronic illness whispers to you each night, "who would want someone who is so sick?"

You keep going.

You keep creating.

You keep loving.

You keep showing up.

You...

Look at you. Really look at you. You're doing your best and baby girl that is more than enough.