This 4th, even more so than the past several, I am feeling especially jaded – and angry and as though my personal space has been completely violated.
(And, considering the medication issue that has come to my attention – on this, the seven year anniversary of my beginning methotrexate therapy – my personal space HAS been violated.)
I know I am not alone.
There is a rally in my area that I planned to attend – but have found myself too physically unwell to at this moment. I have some major autoimmune symptoms held over from the flu and whatnot – migraines, gnarly joint pain, exhaustion – continuing to knock me out.
Still, I will use my corner here to say what I need to.
Though our family does not ever use fireworks on the 4th – so insanely wasteful and, Lord, do we HATE them for our fur babies – this year we REALLY feel less than celebratory. . . so, I give you, my ladies especially who are feeling these past few weeks deeply with me, Nikita Gill’s “Fire” instead.
It just hits right.
Be heard. Be loud. Give them t-total hell.
Be well, everybody. Take care of yourselves and each other.
Grace and Blessings.
the autoimmune hippie. 