I've been told I have a high pain tolerance. And I guess that's true in a sense, but I'm done tolerating it. I'm sick of living with it like it is normal for it to be apart of me. I shouldn't need to lay down for hours on end because my body is barely able to handle this.
I shouldn't have to use an object to get around my house.
I shouldn't have to limit what I do at almost 17 years old.
I shouldn't have to work at doing daily tasks, such as showering or putting my shoes on.
I shouldn't have to live like this.
This isn't me. This pain isn't apart of me living in harmony.
It's a constant battle and lately, it seems to be winning.
It pushes me more and more into a hole of loneliness.
I can't expect people to understand that haven't lived it. So to try to explain to them how it much it hurts to roll over or sit up is useless, for they can't feel it themselves. They can pity me at best.
So I may have a high pain tolerance, but my tolerance for this life is wearing thin.
