Chronic Illness can be a very lonely journey, even when you’re surrounded by people who love and care about you.
Often you become isolated, unable to go out with friends, and over time, those friends move on, and you’re left behind.
Eventually people stop asking about your health; and you’re glad, because there’s nothing fresh to tell them.
After years of suffering, adjusting, changing and recalibrating you settle into a new sense of normality. When you have a rough day, you don’t bother to tell people anymore because there’s nothing they can do. You get good at hiding the pain; you carry a burden that affects you every day, and while others forget, you have a constant reminder.
I have been so blessed in my illness (which has claimed the majority of my adult life) to have been surrounded by supportive friends and family, but no-one can fully walk the path with you. No-one knows what it feels like on the inside.
Everyone else can walk away; everyone except God.
He is the only one who has walked every step with me. He’s done every day at work, every night of insomnia, every holiday, shopping trip, restaurant experience, social gathering and solitary day on the couch. No-one knows what I experience every day, except Him.