I believed that my pain made me weak.
I thought if I couldn’t work as I had before, I didn’t have value.
I believed I was worthless.
I thought that I was a burden on others, and therefore had no right to happiness.
Why should I be allowed to laugh or even smile when I am a drain to my family and society?
And without happiness, I slowly died from my pain.
I gave up.
And then I was brought back.
I found out I was strong, despite my pain.
I realized I expected too much of myself.
In a sea of dark thoughts I had lost myself, until I found some friends who understood my pain.
Now I can see my worth.
I see my worth in the face of my loved ones as they ponder the loss of me.
Don’t worry, loved ones.
I am braced for the climb as I work to heal.
There is no stress worth the worry.
So even in my darkness now, I am free to laugh and smile.