Living with medical issues my whole life, I’ve become accustomed to vicious cycles. The body destroys itself, rebuilds, then destroys again. Add to this the idea of comorbidities and life feels exhausting sometimes. If my mental health is bad, my physical symptoms worsen. If I’m going through a flare-up, my mental health worsens. It often feels like I can’t win.
That being said, this is a part of my life I am now used to. Sometimes I have to try harder, and that’s okay. It’s okay to not live up to arbitrary standards set by able-bodied people. It’s okay to take longer to rebuild.