“…but you don’t look sick!”
I struggle with my physical limitations but I also struggle with the new and unfamiliar mental strain.
The thoughtlessness behind this comment always reminds me of the demons lurking at the back of my mind:
How much does the disease actually affect me?
How much does stress or over-though affect me?
(These ideas will come up again in another series)
I am battling an invisible illness. Everyone bases their opinions, ideas, and plans of action on how I feel.
Maybe I cannot brush my teeth or pick up my pets because I am more stressed. After all, the mind is a very powerful tool.
But it is not powerful enough to create an entire disease, right?
An over-active imagination cannot allow my immune system to destroy the cartilage around my joints, right?
And when people say this and suspend belief at their convenience, I realize no one sees what I am going through.
I feel alone.
I feel like a hypochondriac.
Part One conveys why this comment is not ok to say.
Part Three contains the silver lining.
Hi, my name is Monica and I have RA.