I’m scared right now.

Entering into an open discussion, sharing my thoughts about living with rheumatoid arthritis is something I want to do. Diagnosed as a fifteen-year-old, resources were nonexistent. I flailed about, lived in denial for years, and suffered, self segregated.

But, I'm finally ready to participate publicly.

What frightens me is my struggle to find words. A side effect of some medications I take. I've also recently accepted the Brain Fog that accompanies the chronic, pain filled disease I’ve lived with for forty years.  

All of this is to say, I’ll employ my courage as I communicate my ideas. Hoping, in the end, my writing will be as strong as my desire is to express it.