Words to lighten our day.

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Invisible Illness

I'm the bank teller you dealt with who forgot to say thank you.

I'm the waitress whose lack of cheer isn't what you're used to.

I'm the pre-occupied coworker who didn't smile when you said hello.

I'm the used-to-be sunny neighbor who's suddenly lost her glow.

 

You see me many times each week, although you don't know my name.

I'm behind the glazed expressions of those with hidden pain.

I'm doing the best I can just to get through another day.

It's a full time job holding all of these demons at bay.

 

Please forgive me if I cut you off in traffic last night.

I'm really a good driver when my mind's not full of fright.

I try hard to show up for you the best way that I can.

But this torment's so crippling, I'm half the person I know I am.

 

I'm often written-off as malingering and inconsistent.

Described as aloof, unfriendly, self-absorbed, and distant.

I have no ill intention; I didn’t ask for this curse.

I'm just trying to get through it for better or worse.

 

I have many names with which I can identify.

Depression, grief, and anxiety are a few you may recognize.

BPD, PTSD, OCD, and BIND are a few of my sobriquets.

Acronyms for illnesses that help explain my malaise.

 

My senses are affected; my thoughts are not my own.

My body has been invaded by some foreign unknown.

It comes and goes without warning, no schedule does it keep.

It hangs around at the worst times, like some uninvited creep!

 

So I ask for your patience, you see I'm not feeling well.

This invisible illness is indeed a living hell.

It robs me of my joy and for my love of life.

It cuts deep into my soul, sharper than any knife.

 

I wish it were as simple as stitching up a laceration.

Or putting ice on my knee to reduce inflammation.

The suffering is just as real, the pain just as intense.

Acceptance is difficult when my symptoms defy common sense.

 

I know there will be times when my presence comes up short.

It’s nothing personal, no malice of any sort,

Someday I will return, and you’ll recognize me once again.

In the meantime, give me space, believe in me, and be my friend.

 

 

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Invisible Illness

I'm the bank teller you dealt with, who forgot to say thank you.

I'm the waitress whose lack of cheer isn't what you're used to.

I'm the pre-occupied coworker who didn't smile when you said hello.

I'm the used-to-be sunny neighbor who's suddenly lost her glow.

 

You see me many times each week, although you don't know my name.

Though I struggle beside you, for your mercy I make no claim.

I'm doing the best I can just to get through another day.

It's a full time job holding all of these demons at bay.

 

Please forgive me if I cut you off in traffic last night.

I'm really a good driver when my mind's not full of fright.

I try hard to show up for you the best way that I can.

But this torment's so crippling, I'm half the person I know I am.

 

Unfortunately I'm often labeled as being inconsistent.

Described as aloof, unfriendly, self-absorbed, and distant.

I have no ill intention; I mean to do you no harm.

I'm just trying to get by no cause for great alarm.

 

I have many names with which I can identify.

Depression, grief, and anxiety are a few you may recognize.

BPD, PTSD, OCD, and BIND are a few of my sobriquets.

Acronyms for illnesses that help explain my malaise.

 

My senses are affected; my thoughts are not my own.

My body has been invaded by some foreign unknown.

It comes and goes without warning, no schedule does it keep.

It hangs around at the worst times, like some uninvited creep!

 

So I ask for your patience, you see I'm not feeling well.

These invisible illnesses are indeed a living hell.

They rob me of my joy and for my love of life.

They cut deep into my soul, sharper than any knife.

 

I wish it were as simple as stitching up a laceration.

Or putting ice on my knee to reduce inflammation.

The suffering is just as real, the pain just as intense.

Acceptance is difficult when symptoms defy common sense.

 

I know there will be times when my presence comes up short.

I apologize to you now. It’s not personal, no malice of any sort,

Someday I will return, and you’ll recognize me once again.

In the meantime, give me space, believe in me, and be my friend.

All of our families and friends should have a copy of this. Thanks for placing it here.

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Invisible Illness

I'm the bank teller you dealt with, who forgot to say thank you.

I'm the waitress whose lack of cheer isn't what you're used to.

I'm the pre-occupied coworker who didn't smile when you said hello.

I'm the used-to-be sunny neighbor who's suddenly lost her glow.

 

You see me many times each week, although you don't know my name.

Though I struggle beside you, for your mercy I make no claim.

I'm doing the best I can just to get through another day.

It's a full time job holding all of these demons at bay.

 

Please forgive me if I cut you off in traffic last night.

I'm really a good driver when my mind's not full of fright.

I try hard to show up for you the best way that I can.

But this torment's so crippling, I'm half the person I know I am.

 

Unfortunately I'm often labeled as being inconsistent.

Described as aloof, unfriendly, self-absorbed, and distant.

I have no ill intention; I mean to do you no harm.

I'm just trying to get by no cause for great alarm.

 

I have many names with which I can identify.

Depression, grief, and anxiety are a few you may recognize.

BPD, PTSD, OCD, and BIND are a few of my sobriquets.

Acronyms for illnesses that help explain my malaise.

 

My senses are affected; my thoughts are not my own.

My body has been invaded by some foreign unknown.

It comes and goes without warning, no schedule does it keep.

It hangs around at the worst times, like some uninvited creep!

 

So I ask for your patience, you see I'm not feeling well.

These invisible illnesses are indeed a living hell.

They rob me of my joy and for my love of life.

They cut deep into my soul, sharper than any knife.

 

I wish it were as simple as stitching up a laceration.

Or putting ice on my knee to reduce inflammation.

The suffering is just as real, the pain just as intense.

Acceptance is difficult when symptoms defy common sense.

 

I know there will be times when my presence comes up short.

I apologize to you now. It’s not personal, no malice of any sort,

Someday I will return, and you’ll recognize me once again.

In the meantime, give me space, believe in me, and be my friend.

All of our families and friends should have a copy of this. Thanks for placing it here.

I agree. Perhaps the poetry cafe would be ideal. 

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  Love it.  ❤️❤️🙏🏼🙏🏼

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Ditto Free….L❤️Ve it!

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Free and Lady, this is one of my favorite quotes, I took a pic with my phone and I would read it when I had bad days. Love you both and thanks for reading.

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Loving this! Begood you know I always say I’m a caterpillar turning into a butterfly. And this quote is so true.

 

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