I Remember
“Save me, O God, for the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in the miry depths, where there is no foothold. I have come into the deep waters; the floods engulf me. I am worn out calling for help; my throat is parched. My eyes fail, looking for my God.” (Psalm 69:1-3). If anyone was good at expressing being overwhelmed, it was David. In these last few weeks, I have used many of his prayers to God as my own. It’s been well over 13 years since I got sick, but some days it feels like it all happened yesterday. Since it’s been so long, those overwhelming days don’t come so often. I’ve learned to accept this as my “normal,” and I’ve found many ways to cope with all that comes with having autoimmune diseases and being chronically ill. But some days... Some days, I feel the weight of what I’ve endured for half of my life. Those days often come during bouts of pain, and over the last few weeks, I’ve been deep in those bouts. My daily pain is mostly bearable through physica...