I am currently in the throws of seeing how my chronic illness is disabling me. And for many reasons, as most of you will know, it's been frustrating to witness in myself, and it's almost like I'm... grieving?

Disabled people are not worth lesser to abled-bodied people. And I don't see it that way, certainly. I think just watching my abled friends doing all these amazing things (traveling to other countries, getting incredible jobs, going to grad school) while I am stuck focusing on medications, mobility aids, and endless pain. I used to work out, go into NYC monthly and walk around, worked 2 full time jobs... now it's silence.

I refuse to allow my mind to see me as a lesser bring because things have changed. And I feel like that is a good thing, especially when accepting these major changes. I think I am just struggling to accept that these changes are changing me permanently. This isn't like a sprain that's going to go away, this is forever. I can of course improve with PT, OT, etc, and I may! I just need some advice on how to take this in... stride? How I can say "this is still me and this is okay" instead of berating myself for getting ill.