My illness is all in my head. Well, it is invisible to you.
I won’t lie; sometimes, I feel guilty because of how I am unable to engage and present myself fully.
I wish I could be carefree and easygoing, but that’s unrealistic for me.
Often, I want others to understand why I’m not those things.
My illness is invisible; others cannot read the thoughts that I have. Others cannot feel the pain and tension I experience. Others cannot grasp the emotions that take over my reality.
Sometimes my presence is all I can manage. I am juggling my mind and existence, and on stressful days that keeps my hands full.
There are days where I feel in control. My thoughts are more positive, and I have more energy. On these days I can be present. I feel like myself, and I can engage. These days remind me why the hard ones are worth it.
If you can relate to my words, I want you to know it is enough for you just to be you as little or much as you can manage. If you can’t relate, I hope you can better understand.
I’m fighting an invisible illness.
