Various related health issues.
I’ve been blessed to grow up in a Christian home, and I love Jesus with everything I’ve got (which isn’t much), but that doesn’t make me immune to pain. Every day I put on a smile, trying to cover up how I really feel, trying to help those around me without weighing them down with my own issues. I’m known as the shy girl at church. The quiet one who never talks. The nice one who’s naive and innocent. But nobody knows the real me. In reality, I feel like I’m outside looking in, seeing a girl who hurts so much that life is killing her.
Even so, I’ve chosen to be a fighter.
Even though I feel like I’m in this alone, and even though I sometimes think I’m not going to make it, I’ve chosen to fight those feelings and thoughts and someday I’ll be free from them by the power of Jesus’ name.
So to all you fighters out there, keep fighting, trust God, and you’ll make it through.
My name is Elizabeth, and I’m a fighter.