After I became disabled from
Fluoroquinolone Toxicity in 2006, I found myself apologizing a lot. I
apologized every time I felt crappy and couldn't follow through with
commitments or keep plans I made with friends and family. I
apologized for collapsing into tears when I was frustrated or
hurting. I apologized for basically being me.
When I reflect on the last 8 years
since this happened, I realize now that I'm not sorry for any of
that.
I'm not sorry when I have to cancel
when I have a flareup.
I'm not sorry that it's uncomfortable
for you to be around me because I'm not the same anymore.
I'm not sorry that I speak out.
I'm not sorry when I have a bad day,
because it's not my fault.
I'm not sorry that I have to lay on the
couch when I am in pain.
I'm not sorry that you label me as a
drug addict when I need pain medication.
I'm not sorry that you won't educate
yourself about what is happening to me.
I'm not sorry that I don't look sick.
I'm not sorry that I lost you as a
friend because you grew impatient.
I'm not sorry that I don't stay in
touch when I am not feeling well.
I'm not sorry that I embarrass you when
I educate people who cross my path.
I'm not sorry that I put my physical
and emotional health first.
I'm not sorry that I forgot what you
said 5 minutes ago.
I'm not sorry that I distanced myself
from people and things that stress me out.
I'm not sorry when I can't snap out of
it when I have a bad day.
I'm not sorry that I don't make excuses
anymore.
I'm not sorry that I'm not independent
anymore.
I'm not sorry that I gained weight.
I'm not sorry that I'm tired all the
time.
I'm not sorry that I choose to defy the
odds.
I'm not sorry that I take the high
road.
I'm not sorry that I decide what is
best for my health.
I'm not sorry when I am honest about
how I am feeling.
I'm not sorry that I stood up and
decided that I'm not taking this lying down.
I'm not sorry that I tell a doctor to
piss up a rope when they don't believe me.
I'm not sorry that I am proud of my story
and how far I have come.
I'm not sorry that I choose to stay
positive.
I'm not sorry that I don't let this
define me.
I'm not sorry when I ask for help.
I'm not sorry that it's hard for you to
see me like this.
I'm not sorry that my scars tell a
story of my journey.
I'm not sorry for being me.
I'm not sorry that I am surviving the
only way I know how.
I'm not sorry for thriving.
I'm not sorry for what I've been
through.
I'm not sorry for being strong.
I'm not sorry living one day at a time,
sometimes even minute by minute.
I'm not sorry that I'm not the same
anymore.
I'm not sorry that I have a voice.
I'm not sorry that I took my dignity
back.
I'm not sorry that I put my needs
first.
I'm not sorry for accepting the
position of President/Executive Director of Quinolone Vigilance
Foundation when I had no idea what I was doing because now I do, and
I'm damn good at it.
I'm. Not. Sorry.
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