One of the weirder things about chronic illnesses, and especially mental or ‘invisible’ illnesses, is that on the one hand you worry that you’re a burden to your friends and family and that you’ll either push them away or just tire them out from having to care about/for you, and on the other you worry on the slightest provocation (seeing someone else with a chronic illness who seems to be suffering more than you, or just having a day that’s slightly less sucky than normal) that you’re actually a fraud, or faking it, that you’re not really ill, etc.
Which puts you in the bizarre position of simultaneously trying to reassure friends and family that you’re okay really, and trying reassure yourself that you’re *not*.
You just described every single day of my life for the last five years.
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I don’t have a chronic illness (so far as I know), but I’ve suffered headaches since a pretty young age, and that last part I definitely feel. The other stuff is a good reminder to be there for those in my life with such though. Thanks for sharing.
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