Emotional Support Sisters

If you ever want to feel like a kid again, I have a surefire way: run late because you can’t find your shoes. 

I tried it last week. It definitely made me feel like a kid again. 

Do you want to know what made it worse? Once I finally found my shoes and shoved them on my feet, I had to sit back down and try again because my socks were wonky. It didn’t matter that I was already going to be late for work. I still had to fix my socks.

I’ve grown a lot and overcome a lot, and sometimes it feels like I’m still 9 years old and paralyzed by the stupid seam in my socks. 

And that’s okay. It isn’t a strictly linear process. Chronic illness is rarely unchanging. Some days are better than others, some months are better than others. I know it can feel super discouraging to find yourself back at square one. It’s worse when there’s a voice in the back of your mind saying, “You know better.” 

When that happens, would you do me a favor?

Take a deep breath and tell that voice, “I’m rubber and you’re glue, whatever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you.” Then laugh at the absurdity of hurling playground insults at yourself.