Good days and bad days...

People often ask me "How have you been doing?". Deep down, I really just want to say, "Still hurting, you?", but that wouldn't really be honest, would it? Some days, well, they're really good. My pain is always there but manageable. Other days, I'm reminded that I'm not the same as I was, different than I'll be tomorrow, and wishing I was unconscious today! It is hard on the people we care about because they try but are unable to truly understand. It is hard on those who rely on us because even though they try to be understanding we are needed. In the end, no one will wish I was better, than me.