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What do you want for the holidays? Do you want things to make your life easier, a cure for your particular illnesses, jewelry, books, electronics? No matter how much we share, our own particular wants and needs are very individual; and whatever you want is okay. Never let anyone tell you that what you want is wrong, or that you’re being selfish because you want something for yourself for a change.
I want so many things that it’s hard to know where to start, but here are a few of them, in no particular order:
- A job for hubby, and everyone else who is willing and able to work, that actually pays enough to live on. (Preferably one he actually likes, but one he can tolerate would work.)
- Family and friends that are actually supportive and understanding for all the chronic illness peeps that don’t have anyone in their life that “gets it.”
- Access to adequate pain relief for everyone who needs it.
- A doctor who will actually listen and believe what you say for everyone who fights with an invisible illness. (And who actually knows how to HELP, too.)
- Homes for the homeless; food for the hungry; hope for the hopeless; solace for the grief-stricken; and joy for everyone living a joyless, bleak existence.
- More love and less violence; more generosity and less greed; and most especially, more ethical behavior from those in power instead of the current grasping, self-serving dishonesty that is rampant in our government and corporations
Of course, there are a few things I’d like for myself, too . . .
- A subscription to a good-quality auto-responder so I could set up a newsletter for the site.
- The ability to get all the herbs, supplements and essential oils I’d like to experiment with to see if they’re actually helpful.
- Certification classes in herbalism and aromatherapy.
- Time. Uninterrupted time to write, to study and research, and to do the things I need to do to take care of myself so that I’m ABLE to do all the things I’d like to do.
- Strength. The strength to keep going, even when things are bad, when it feels like nothing will ever go right again or that the pain will never end.
Posts like this always remind me of how much I do have, of all the wonderful people in my life. They remind me that no matter how bad it feels sometimes, I have so much more than I ever did when I didn’t have to worry about being able to buy groceries or pay the bills; when all I had was money and things . . .
This post was written for the December 12, 2011 edition of the ChronicBabe Blog carnival.
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