* I'll blog more often.
* This new medicine will work.
* Sure, book that trip! I'll feel better in May.
* I will run today.
* I will walk the dogs today.
Lies I tell everyone else...
* I'm fine.
* It's not that bad.
* It doesn't get me down!
The truth? I lie to myself and to you every single day. I have to. If I didn't, then I would curl up in a fetal position in my bed and never get up.
I tell myself every day that it won't hurt as much, and most of the time I am wrong. But I tell myself again the next day, and the next.
I ignore the pain, the stiffness, and the fatigue, because if I didn't then I could not work, create, or dream.
I ignore my hands and use them and push them and curse them.
I lie to everyone. I lie, lie, lie... And because I do, I am living and hoping and laughing and crying and believing that tomorrow might be different.