I really struggle with accepting my limits, knowing when to push myself, when to rest and how to function as a ‘normal’ person.
Sometimes, just remembering to be kind and allowing myself, to rest, repair and be patient, gives me the opportunity to fight again tomorrow.
But it’s not easy and takes courage to own my limitations to my family, to own the fact I have no more to give, to choose to go to bed rather than go out on the family trip, to choose to be left behind…that’s the toughest part of all of this. Trying to accept that its okay to just be good enough. ❤️