You were my safe place,  

my harbor in the storm.  

The vows you whispered,  

meant to shield me from

“I love you more”

“Well I love you most.”

See you say that, but is it true? You say “deep down I always 

knew, that I would die for you”

And maybe you would, that’s not a small feat. But day by day you

Lost myself overnight…

I know you can’t see it, but if you look, can you see the terror in my eyes?

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I’m still in here, can’t you see?

I’m trapped, ensnared in the suffocating embrace of overwhelming, never-ending pain, 

As I sit here, the line between life and death blurs into obscurity, a fragile boundary traversed by the weary and the downtrodden.

 And in the silence of the night, as the world

I miss human touch that didn’t hurt me. I CRAVE touch, I long for hugs, for sweet kisses. But it all hurts so bad. 

A brush against my arm creates a shock so hard I recoil. A tender embrace nearly brings me to tears. 

I do it anyway, for what is life without the

A plate is set in front of me on the table, my favorite meal, I go to take a bite but hesitate, what if I’m not able? I take a bite. Suddenly there’s a knife, stabbing me. It’s twisting inside me. The nausea washes over me in waves. I crumple into a ball on the floor and

My pain is constant. It is, but it’s not that simple

At low tide, I can still hear the oceans dull roar and feel the waves crashing, they’re knocking me down but I can get back up. Yet I am not drowning, I’m keeping my head above the

Tonight as I lie here sleepless, tossing and turning in a hopeless search for comfort, I wonder what I did to deserve this life. I wonder what I could have possibly done to deserve every single inch of my body aching. Every joint dislocating. Every bite is agony. Why does it hurt just to breathe? Such a simple function of life, what i would give for even one breath without pain.. 

Why must my stomach stop digesting food randomly? Why does my body decide that every aspect of the world is my enemy?

A guessing game. Russian roulette of life.  This

If you’re chronically ill, and tend to run in Christian circles, you’ve probably been told that you should be grateful for your illness, you shouldn’t be upset that there is no cure because God is going to use us without being healed.

But after those same people pray for us and ask for healing, they ask “So are you feeling better yet?”, And when we say no, when still sick, they get upset…