To the Person who Pities Me
I know that you love me, worry about me, or whatever else, but I need you to stop acting like I'm likely to break. It is really starting to get on my nerves. I am sick, big deal. I'm also nineteen. I'm a big girl, and this is my life. I have to live it as normally as I can. When you act like I'm made of glass, it is kind of difficult to do that. Please understand that this is no big thing for me. I have been sick for a long time now. I just incorporate it into everyday life. Sure, I have more medicine than most people my age, and I might have my specialty clinics on speed dial, but that's just me. Treat me like anyone else, and I will tell you what I can handle and if I need your help, but don't just assume I need it without a second thought. I need you to realize that I will have good days and bad days. Having a chronic illness is just like that. Some mornings I wake up, crack open my eyes, and realize that there is no way I am going to make i