Sunday, December 25, 2011
You Are Not Your Disease
They mistakenly see our griping as a cry for pity. We're not looking for that. We're looking for acknowledgement of hard work done. We're seeking recognition of the struggle we're going through. I mean, saying I'm not my disease is like saying I'm not the rain. Sure! I know that. But I still get wet. It's still miserable to stand in without an umbrella when it's pouring down. I still have to navigate around puddles and jump aside when a car splashes one onto the sidewalk. Managing my disease is hard work! That is why I'm whining.
I am not my disease, but this disease is obnoxious. It stops me from doing what I want to do. It stops me from expressing myself in ways I want to. It stops me from going the activities I want to be involved in. It stops me from spending time with my family and friends. It stops me from being the person I want to be. It stops me from having peaceful sleep. It stops me from working. It has changed me to my core. I am learning to be an entirely new person, one I never dreamed of being in my worst nightmares. That's rough and scary. I never prepared for this. I never thought this possible. I'm winging it and I have no idea if I'm doing a good job or not. And all of that is due to my disease.
Please don't minimize that.