Why is it so hard to be honest about what we need? Spent years pretending I was fine.
Tired of explaining that 'but you don't look sick' isn't a compliment. Invisible illness is still illness.
Good pain day today. Did actual things. Trying not to overdo it because I know I'll pay for it tomorrow.
Good pain day today. Did actual things. Trying not to overdo it because I know I'll pay for it tomorrow.
The grief of losing who you used to be. No one prepares you for that part.