It’s strange how one gets used to not being heard, and in truth, I’ve resigned myself to it. The way people circumvent certain issues or talk over me, are all part and parcel of what has become my life. I do not have a voice, either in real-life or here over the internet…well, not one that that anyone listens to, and I’m sadly lacking in friends who don’t roll their eyes or avoid any mention of my illness. Although I feel a tad lonely at times, it’s a comfortable sort of loneliness. There are no sighs to listen to, no eye rolling to witness and no-one to make me feel inadequate for being me.
Having an invisible illness, sorts out the true from the false. The ones you thought were friends and the ones who truly are. It’s an eye opener to how others view you and a reality check to your status. The mourning process is never easy when you lament the life you once had or the person you used to be. But it makes me glad of the small things and the fact that I am here and present.
This is me, letting it out. 🙂