As many of you know, dealing with A.S. can be quite a battle. A few nights ago, I was walking in my bedroom when I slipped and fell to the ground. Thankfully, I landed on the carpet, but it still was not a good feeling especially because I was in the midst of a bad flare. As I lay on the ground, frustrated, in tears, feeling defeated, and unable to pick myself up, I realized something.
Throughout a lifetime of dealing with A.S., there are many times where we can feel beat up and knocked down. However, if we allow ourselves to stay down, what kind of life are we living? I promised myself soon after my diagnosis that no matter the progression of my disease, I will always fight back. I will not let A.S. win. I will fight for a life filled with joy, new experiences, and adventure. No matter how many bad flare days I have, I will not allow myself to be held back by this disease.
Laying there on the floor, I realized that if I did not pick myself up, I was letting A.S. win. I refuse to do that. Slowly and painfully, with the help of my boyfriend, I got up off the floor.
When I was finally standing again, rather than feeling defeated, I felt victorious. This may have been one small challenge that I overcame, but the next time I fall or A.S. brings me down, I can think back to that moment.
Don’t give up the fight. Don’t ever let A.S. win.