Dealing with any kind of chronic illness is a lot like being a Superhero. With great power comes great responsibility, or something like that.
Basically, you carry the weight of your illness on your shoulders. You have to deal with life as everyone does, you have to work and go to school and do things, but you also have to push through bad (terrible) pain days and flare ups. You have to keep going even when you want to give up.
There are days when I certainly don’t think I could possibly get out of bed, let alone survive the day. Somehow, I do. Somehow, I force myself up and out. I may not do everything with a smile on my face, but I do it with grim determination. I call on to my “super strength” and resilience in the face of adversity…aka the mounting pile of house work and social engagements and work and other demands.
The enemy you fight day in and day out is your illness, your chronic pain disorder. You may not always win the battle, but you continue on in the war. You never give up. The people need you, you need you.
I try to be the best superhero I can be, because I am setting an example for my boys. I am showing them the pathway. I am teaching them that you can live a lifetime of excuses, always letting the bad guy take over, or you can keep the bad guy at bay.