It’s the moments when
Pain settles in my spine
And hovers around my cerebral
Cortex
Causing my intestines
To shake
That I realize
How weak I truly am
I’m letting down my teenage dreams
Of me
I’m not Wonder Woman
I can only sit still
While shaking
But maybe strength
Is more than being able to run
Or to fight
Maybe strength is resignation
To the inevitable
Saying
“I can’t walk today”
And being okay with that
Maybe strength is
Finding things to be

So obviously, I'll be fine.  Bridget means “strength”, after all, which I didn’t know until recently, but… you know, it works for me.  I’m glad my name means it, because nothing about me right now exudes strength.  I need something to give off that aura, ‘cause I’m sure as heck not.
The fact that I’ll be fine doesn’t mean I am.  It doesn’t even mean I believe I will be.  It just means I will be.  My survival instinct is too strong for me not to be okay.