Set my people free
Some days, tough days, when Lupus is grinding me down with pain and exhaustion, I dream of being set free.
Freedom can mean many things to me, and it changes from day-to-day. Sometimes from moment to moment.
Some days I am achingly tired, and all I want is to go to sleep peacefully and dream away the rest of my life.
Some days I force myself to be optimistic, and I think about what it would be like if there was a cure.
Some days I grit my teeth and wish I was independently wealthy, so I could pay attention to how I feel today, rather than having to force my battered existence into work and the other things the world needs from me.
Some days, and I am not particularly proud to admit this, I want everyone to feel the way I feel, so they understand why today is hard, and why tomorrow will be too, and the day after that.
Most days, however, I just imagine what it would be like to feel a little less tired, and a little less confused, and a little less limited. Freedom…
What would Freedom be to you?