Whenever I go through hard things people always tell me stores about people who have it worse..how I’m lucky.
Perhaps I’m selfish..not as empathetic as I thought..but when I am in pain, I don’t care about other peoples pain. I care about my pain.
I care that my joints feel like they are being ripped apart.
I care that my back is on fire.
I care that my stomach feels like it is being pulled open.
I care that my head feels like it’s exploding.
So forgive me if I don’t feel lucky that my pain is a 6 instead of an 8.