Living With R.A.

There are days when I just want to give up and then I look at my boys and say to myself I can't.  But then I lose focus and I just don't want to anymore.  There are days when my body hurts and I can't move but have to force myself up to move.  It's like I have to warm my body up because all of my joints ache.  I try to do a light work-out and have to push through them.  There are days when I'm depressed not because I don't like where I am in life, it's because I want to do things but my body just won't allow it.  Some days I feel as if I've tweaked my groin muscle and can't stretch it out because if I do the pain gets worse.  Just to bend down can be a task.  There have been days where I couldn't even pick up my kids just to pick them up.  Although they aren't little anymore but still big enough to be picked up, I think that I'd cry if they were little babies and I couldn't pick them up to hold them.  The days when I'm feeling good, I pick them up just because.

Living with Rheumatoid Arthritis is a bitch and every day is a struggle.  Some will never understand this autoimmune arthritis and some just don't care and will call it laziness.  But to live with this type of pain I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.  I will be so happy when I have the right dosages of medicines and this pain will no longer be.