The Girl With Arthritis

I'm what they call, a 'speed reader.' And about two months ago, my friend let me borrow this book by one of my favourite authors. I looked at the size of it and figured it would be easy to finish. I still haven't finished it. It's not that the book is challenging, it's that I literally cannot pull myself to read it. I only very recently have picked it up and enjoyed reading it. I'm halfway and I'm determined to finish it. I want to know what happens. Or at least I keep telling myself that. You see, I keep telling myself I want to finish it. I know in life there are going to be things I don't want to do at all, but I'm going to have to finish anyway. It's hard when you have to do  something that seems unnecessary or unpleasant, but it's in completing these tasks we tend to feel most satisfied. Worrying about a task seems to take more energy than doing it and then never having to think about it again. And to a person who has fatigue from ...

Dear Juvenile Psoriatic Arthritis, You have caused me so much pain, anxiety, depression, illness, isolation, and guilt. Thank you. You've made me a better, stronger person than I ever would have been without you. I lhave earnt to push past pain and function as normally as I can because people can't see you hurting me: They don't understand the chronic pain. You showed me not to have self pity because as bad as you are, I could have it much worse!  I've always felt guilty to ask for a break, as if I'm ruining the plans, so I simply don't say anything now. (Provided it is not extreme pain.) My whole life you've made me feel odd, weird, like a cry baby for complaining sometimes when the pain got serious, and like I was alone. You isolated me from other children my age because I couldn't always participate, and when I tried you made me run awkwardly and slowly which made the children (to my horror) call me 'Limpy' and 'Faker' and othe...