I push myself everyday often beyond my better judgment.  Lupus and Sjogrens are not diseases that I can beat into submission nor is the depression that comes along with the chronic widespread pain.

Yes, I want to do more, but why can’t you see I can only do so much and some days a lot less?

You need to know something else. When you don’t make the time to visit me?  it breaks my spirit in ways I cannot adequately describe.  I  may be broken, but I still have value. I am worth the trouble it would take to make the trip to my house.  I know you love me.

I wish you knew how much I need you to recognize this won’t go away by ignoring it and by default me.