And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
-- Pompeii by Bastille
It's got a sense of hope to it that I particularly enjoy. Sometimes it's really hard, when dealign with a chronic illness, to remain hopeful and optimistic. Many days, that's just out of the question.
Maybe you're drowning in pain and can hardly stay awake in classs you're so sleep deprived. Maybe you're in the hospital again for who knows how long this time, or maybe you just had a major surgery that got infected.
Even little things can overwhelm us. An extra homework assignment, an argument with a friend or family member, or even something like not being able to use your heating pad can send someone with chronic illness.
So how do we remain so optimistic?