Today, I Cried My Lungs Out

I've been sick for several weeks now. To be honest, it hasn't been easy for me. The bills, medication, complications, wanting to give up and all.

My emotions have been really unstable and I can only vent through my writing. I've heard the worse things these few days, ranging from to “what if she dies” to “she looks like she's almost dead” etc. All I wonder now after crying out is, “why would anyone think of another person in such manner?"

I have only myself in this journey and I've finally proved that myself. Dear warrior, love yourself enough to know and accept that the only person who has got your back is yourself and as I share this, I motivate myself to keep going even if those around me think it's the end for me. I know it's not. I am worthy, I am capable, I am strong and loved by God. And I'm not giving up even though I'm stuck to crutches right now. I know it won't remain like this forever. I will come out of this stronger and better.

Read Rhedd's article on journaling to cope with living with sickle cell.

Can you relate to Rhedd? What do you do when you are having a pain crisis?