Maybe you're in pain. Maybe a diagnosis changed everything.
Maybe your body wants dead things easily that now feel impossible.
And honestly, it's frustrating. It's lonely.
And it's exhausting in ways most people can't see.
It can feel wildly unfair. And that feeling is valid.
You're allowed to grieve the strength you had.
You're allowed to miss the ease, the energy, the normalcy.
You're allowed to be angry that your body isn't cooperating in the way it used to.
That doesn't make you negative. It makes you human.
But here's the truth. Your worth never depended on perfect health.
It never came from productivity or physical ability.
You are not broken. You are not failing.
You are adapting. You are still you.
Your strength might look different now.
It might look like showing up through pain or learning to rest
or asking for help or choosing to love a body that feels like it's betrayed you.
Give yourself compassion, not criticism.
Be gentle with the body that's doing its best.
Advocate for your needs.
Create rhythms that help you heal physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
Life may not look how you pictured it, but you are still in it.
You're still fighting, still rising.
You are not less than. You are whole.
Still worthy. Still incredibly strong.
Keep going. One breath, one choice, one small act of hope at a time.