Sharing too much?!?
Lydia, my elderly cat, decided to come chill on me when my migraine woke me up thirty minutes ago.
Beau, the newbie (relatively) is snuggled right against my legs.
I’m so tired of this.
Not the cats. The cats are perfect little Agents of Chaos.
I’m tired of the pain.
I’m tired, so tired, of afternoon migraines, of middle of the night migraines, of how tired the pain makes me, of how cranky I feel, of the nearly everydayness.
I’m so grateful for medical professionals who believe me, of medications that help.
My problems are small.
I’m lucky not to suffer from something worse. I’m lucky to have health insurance. I’m lucky the cats will set aside their rivalry for a bit. I’m lucky I have a job that pulls at me to show up do the best I can.
But sometimes, I’m just so tired.
Sometimes, I have to remind myself that my pain is valid. That it’s okay to have a bad day.
Sometimes, I overshare my pain and it makes me feel small and whiny when I know people who suffer…who really suffer.