The Dairies of the Chronically Ill
Do you want to know what the hardest part about being chronically ill is to me? It's not the migraines, the fatigue, or the constant pain. It's that growing up, nobody believed me. When I would come home from school everyday with a migraine and go right to bed, when I was constantly getting sick, or how I struggled with daily tasks because I was in so much pain. Growing up, I learned to make sacrifices. Not going to my brothers football games because the noise would send me into a flare. Not having enough energy to go to family events and socialize. My friends, my family. They thought that I was difficult. That I wasn't making an effort. That I was lazy and useless and making it all up. And while that hurt like hell, I think the hardest part is that they still have that perception of me. Even with the diagnoses, I still don't get invited to events. I don't get added to the group chats. I don't have a community. I didn't ask for this, any of this. I find so...