Winning

Today my illness wants to eat me. It tried to tie me to the bed and told me no one loves me. It told me to grow my nails back out because scratching welts into my body feels so damn good. Anxiety is rippling just below my skin and making me itch.
But here is where things get awesome. I am winning! I got out of bed. I took a shower. I put on jeans and I'm wearing a bra. Today I am the boss God damn it! I've got this handled and I am happy.