“There are no shortcuts to anywhere worth going.” ~ Unknown
Isn’t it strange, how people assume you aren’t sick unless they see the sickness on your body, somewhere, like clear, welts, bruises and scars forming a mapped out route of all the ways you’re hurting?
A heart is a prison of Have you tried’s?
Have you tried eating better? have you tried exercising? Have you tried not being sick, or, not being unhappy? What they are arrogantly and indirectly asking you, is, have you tried being more like me? Yes, I have tried. Yes, I am still trying, and no, I am still sick!
Sometimes your monsters are invisible, and sometimes they attack you from inside. Sometimes, the very worst monsters are invisible. Simply because you cannot see their teeth and their claws do not mean they aren’t ripping you to shreds. Pain does not need to be seen to be felt and telling someone there is no problem can’t solve it and miracles are not born this way and it’s not how illness always works.
To all of these third-degree questions, you feel like shouting out, “Have you tried just shutting up?” But you don’t ask them that, no, never that, because, those are the coins you have to pay the ferryman of mental illness.
Written in solidarity with sufferers.
Do you care about these sufferers?