Lupus isn't always good, but that's good too

 

Lupus is a bad-ass, but so am I. So there! Ya, Lupus throws a lot of crap my way. Between the symptoms and the medications, life with Lupus can be pretty darn miserable. It can make me angry, sick, moody, constipated, dizzy, feverish, well, you get the idea. Besides, I don't have room for all the symptoms I face with Lupus.

So where is the good part? When does that come in exactly? And how the heck am I even able to find so very many good things about Lupus?

Simple answer. Lupus gives me strength. Strength to fight it. It also gives me the resolve I need to live a happy life and many other things, in spite of it. But mostly, it gives me that strength.

And in turn, that strength helps me to carry on.

Isn't it ironic that the very worse things about Lupus can also be the best? I'll be fighting Lupus for the rest of my life. Isn't it great that Lupus has given me the strength to do so?

Thanks, Lupus. For making me stronger than I ever knew I was or thought I could be. 

I'm going to need it!