Nope. I am not. I have no superpowers. No super speed or strength and I sure I can’t fly. I am not superhuman.
I am not Superwoman but yet, I am determined to be her.
I sometimes forget that I am only human and not capable of doing it all. Maybe, once I did, but not anymore. I can’t spend a long day at work, come home to cook dinner, and then clean. I can’t spend a Saturday shopping, cleaning, doing laundry and everything else in between. Once upon a time, I could but I no longer can.
Why do I keep trying to convince myself I can? Why do I keep doing it? Why do I think I can?
Because I did. I used to.
And those feelings nag at and stay with me. I used to be able to carry 3 or 4 heavy cloth shopping bags and not even think about how heavy they were. Now, I am lucky I can carry one. But I used to carry 3 or 4! And if I could do it before, why can’t I anymore?
Because that was before chronic illness and pain dominated my life.