July 25, 2014
They Don’t Know
They just don’t know; don’t get it. I’m staying with my aunt and mother right now until I find a new place. I love them both so much but you know I’m younger than them so it’s only right that I do this and that, and of course whatever my mom asks of me I have to get up an do. I moan and groan a bit but I get up and do it, and I feel bad when I complain because it shouldn’t feel the way I do. My body should be so much more healthier.
They know, my mom knows more of what I’m dealing with; but when it comes down to it… None of that matters because I’m younger than them and I look like I’m just sitting around. If my legs and arms ache (so what)
I must at admit, there have been days I just want to stay in the bedroom and sleep just so I won’t be asked to do anything. It’s tough when you don’t feel rested and not falling asleep until 3, 4, even 6 in the morning. And getting right hours just isn’t enough sometimes.
Been feeling like I’m a joke and no one around me in my life really understands and gets that even though I’m moving around and you can’t see my pain; does not mean it’s not there. And no one really listens to me or wants to hear me talk about how I feel and what my body is doing.
Life with chronic invisible illness is stressful.