This is for of the sick, the wounded, the sore. The ones who have chronic pain and unseen illness. The ones who know more doctors and nurses by name than they do neighbors. The ones who are too familiar with waiting rooms, needles, and blood work.
You are not alone. You are not unseen. You are not weak because you’re tired of the journey you are on. You are not selfish because it takes everything out of you to live a normal, day to day life like everyone else your age. You are not less because you have to ask for help to do things that everyone else does daily without thinking twice.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of health problems these past several years. There are diseases, labels, that are a part of me. I’ve tried to approach my journey in these things in many ways. I tried to ignore it and tell no one after believing that I was “exaggerating”. I was silent as I believed that no one could possibly relate to me, especially with the things I was facing at my age.
I understand first hand how lonely it can be to “suffer in silence”. To walk a journey that seems to be something few understand. I salute you. You are braver than you know. The strength it takes to continue is astonishing. The power you possess to kick butt day after day despite physical pain is remarkable.
I’ve spent the good part of the last year trying to figure out what it looks like to hope for and believe in healing, while still being sick. I don’t have any answers, but I do know that everything is made better together. There is ease in togetherness. There is triumph to be found in battles waged alongside someone else. My heart and goal is to put people together that we may fight as one, not alone. Today, I acknowledge those fighting and I pledge to use my bravery to open myself up to sharing my story in hopes of it helping others. You are so ridiculously loved.