I posted on my blog a few days ago about living with a
chronic illness. In this blog post I spoke about my heart conditions and
everyone was sympathetic and understanding because you know…it’s a heart
condition. When I was typing that post, part of me wanted to talk about the “chronic-illnesses-that-should-not-be-named”
but I felt ashamed and embarrassed and then I realised something. Something monumental.
I shouldn’t have to!
Why should I be embarrassed that my body struggles to get
out of bed most mornings? Why should I be embarrassed that my mind likes to
keep me awake for hours at night worrying about the most irrational things? Why
should I be embarrassed that most days, I feel so anxious, I could make myself sick?
The simple answer is: I shouldn’t.