I really can't stand weather changes. They screw all of us over. Reading through my twitter timeline, it seems like literally everyone is in the middle of a monstrous flare.
I'm trying. I've thrown another smile on my face, and I'm facing the day again. But I'm sick of this. I'm sick of this facade, I'm sick of not being able to look sick so that people could believe me for once.
Today, my hair's straightened, I did my make up again. I'm wearing jeans and socks. I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt.
Everything I did to get ready for school today hurt me worse.
I'm sick of hurting for stupid things.
I'm trying. I've thrown another smile on my face, and I'm facing the day again. But I'm sick of this. I'm sick of this facade, I'm sick of not being able to look sick so that people could believe me for once.
Today, my hair's straightened, I did my make up again. I'm wearing jeans and socks. I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt.
Everything I did to get ready for school today hurt me worse.
I'm sick of hurting for stupid things.
I hurt when I take the trash out.
I hurt when I clean my room.
I hurt when I take a Pre Calculus test.
I hurt when I sing.
I hurt when I shower.
I hurt when in class.
I hurt sitting down.
I hurt standing up.
I hurt laying down.
I'm sure I'd still hurt if I were upside down.
I just hurt. All over. All day. Every day.
It's really hard on days like today to not lose hope. When I'm sitting here looking through my class, I imagine a majority of people feel absolutely no pain at the minute. Maybe everyone's hands are tiring because of all the typing we're doing. Or maybe they sprained an ankle, you can't tell by just looking around.
You can't judge a book by it's cover.
But why do we feel so inclined to hide when we feel bad?
A "normal" or "healthy" person with the flu wouldn't hide those symptoms. They'd stay home from school, groaning from the pain, nausea, and fatigue. They'd be miserable.
Which is (more or less) exactly what a chronically ill person faces every day.
So why do we hide it?
I can't wait for the day where society accepts that everyone is suffering. Not everyone is ill, but some sort of personal problem is affecting every person on earth at this moment. I will be a VERY happy person the day we can all openly talk about what's affecting us, and what our struggles are.
Until that day, we continue to fight in silence. We continue to fight for a cure.
I hurt when I clean my room.
I hurt when I take a Pre Calculus test.
I hurt when I sing.
I hurt when I shower.
I hurt when in class.
I hurt sitting down.
I hurt standing up.
I hurt laying down.
I'm sure I'd still hurt if I were upside down.
I just hurt. All over. All day. Every day.
It's really hard on days like today to not lose hope. When I'm sitting here looking through my class, I imagine a majority of people feel absolutely no pain at the minute. Maybe everyone's hands are tiring because of all the typing we're doing. Or maybe they sprained an ankle, you can't tell by just looking around.
You can't judge a book by it's cover.
But why do we feel so inclined to hide when we feel bad?
A "normal" or "healthy" person with the flu wouldn't hide those symptoms. They'd stay home from school, groaning from the pain, nausea, and fatigue. They'd be miserable.
Which is (more or less) exactly what a chronically ill person faces every day.
So why do we hide it?
I can't wait for the day where society accepts that everyone is suffering. Not everyone is ill, but some sort of personal problem is affecting every person on earth at this moment. I will be a VERY happy person the day we can all openly talk about what's affecting us, and what our struggles are.
Until that day, we continue to fight in silence. We continue to fight for a cure.