Living with chronic illness, we are often pressured to “make the best” of everything. Whether this comes from internally or externally, it can be a lot to take.
We are acutely aware that things can always “be worse” and that when a better day comes we must suck the life out of it, so to speak.
Yes, everyone healthy or not, feels the societal pressures to keep doing, creating and working instead of simply being, but there is an added layer to it when you’re sick.
Our body doesn’t offer us the same grace as an abled person. We don’t have the same “usable hours” in the day yet we are somehow expected to keep up with our healthy peers, or at the very least use up every little ounce of energy we do have trying to prove us worthy of that which we already are.
It’s unsustainable to push our bodies to the absolute limit everyday in order to “make the best” of the circumstances we have been given, and it’s freaking exhausting.
So you know what…
Have a TV day when you’re NOT in the worst flare ever.
Take rescue meds when your pain is NOT yet a 9/10.
And cry if you need to even though you’ve had worse days.
You don’t have to be grateful everyday that things aren’t worse, just because they have been so many times before.
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