This morning I awoke not wanting to get up, which is hugely unlike me. I was literally moaning with bad feelings – ashamed of having this illness that far too often make me act unnaturally. I’m not ashamed of the illness, but about what it makes me do at times. And I feel such pain over this and over how some people look upon me, as though I’m not a person – like others are. Some even treat me as though I’m less than human.

…and what that does to me at times!

The only cure – at least a way of coping – I’ve found is to turn the bad into something good. To help others who suffer as I do to find the courage to continue. In the process I help myself. To remind myself and others that every one of us is deeply loved by a God who values us as His children. In God’s sight, we’re ok.