You see, I've always been a caretaker, a bleeding heart, a healer and a protector. The problem is that somewhere along the way, I forgot to take care of the most important person. Me. If that sounds selfish, hear me out.
Lupus made me realize that when I'm whole and happy and have my wits about me, I'm better at what I love best. Which is, of course, helping others. I started thinking about how little time I have left and I realized that I'm pretty darn important to the people who count on me.
I'd better take care of myself so I'll be here for them as long as possible. That means not only making sure that I stay strong and healthy. It also means staying happy myself, so I don't become a resentful, unfulfilled mess.
Out of Lupus self love have sprung my own repressed needs. I left them by the wayside long ago in order to spend more time making sure other people were happy. How foolish of me! I don't have the power to make anyone else happy. They have to do it themselves. Happiness comes from within. It's self created.
Thanks Lupus, for giving me back my life. Thanks for showing me that it's OK to do a few things for myself. Thanks for shining a light on what's important to me, the same way I enjoy helping others find what's important to them.
I won't let you down!