Last night I had an “I quit” moment. And I meant it. I was done. I didn’t know how I could continue on like this. Laying in bed exhausted, wanting nothing more than sleep, and not getting it because I was in too much pain. The constant struggle, the uphill battle, the overwhelming frustration.
I cannot be more thankful to my boyfriend for simply being there with me. Reminding me that he is here and that I am strong and he knows I will not give up.
For reminding me that I am more than my pain.
That I can do this. Although it seems unmanageable at times, I know that I have made strides in the right direction.
I refused to move backwards and I refuse to let this define me.
<Emma>
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