Life Is Worth Living — Always

A little man is playing drums in my head, and there’s an elephant perched on my chest. No, I’m not sick. Well, at least not with anything contagious.
Life with a chronic illness is like climbing a mountain. Many days are a struggle where the exertion takes all you’ve got. That’s true whether it’s a mental or physical illness. If you’re lucky, like me, you get to have both. Bipolar disorder and Familial Mediterranean Fever (FMF) walk hand in hand with me every day.
Jealous? I didn’t think so.
For a long time, I wanted to quit. It took eight years of severe symptoms to get my Familial Mediterranean Fever diagnosis. Looking back, the disease has plagued me for decades, but doctors misdiagnosed me as having everything from asthma to irritable bowel syndrome.
I get it. Life is hard. Some days, it just plain sucks. Those days don’t last forever.
At my worst, I remember spending one night rolling back and forth on my bed. FMF’s grip around my abdomen was so tight, each breath was a fight. I prayed that night to die, for it all to stop. I couldn’t fight another day.
But I did.
In time, I received the correct diagnosis and started a treatment plan that made my life so much better.
Some days are easy, some feel impossible to survive. On the harder days, hold on with all your might. Better days will come again. Life is always worth living. You won’t always feel this way.
Until next time, keep fighting.
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