It’s not fair when doing fun things makes the pain so much worse.
It’s not fair that instead of being able to do fun things to take my mind off the pain, it compounds the pain exponentially.
It’s not fair that stinging muscles invade every memory making moment.
It’s not fair when misery fills every bone as I hold my precious daughter up to see this and to see that.
It’s not fair that my body is torn apart after simply spending quality time with my family.
It’s not fair that this ruthless and merciless abuse infects my evening.
It’s not fair that nothing, NOTHING soothes the unforgiving, unrelenting, searing ache.
It’s not fair.
Pretending to be a functioning adult is exhausting 