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Sick. Cough. Sneeze. Groan. Sick. My sick is different. My sick follows me like a dark cloud every second of every day. My sick stalks me like a lion, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Sick. My joints ache as I walk, but I keep walking. My stomach burns as I eat, but I keep eating. My insides scream as I smile, but I keep smiling. Sick. I keep the sick hidden under a smile. I accept it as my best friend and worst enemy. I have learned to be tough so I won’t become my sick. Sick.
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Sick
Sick. Cough. Sneeze. Groan. Sick. My sick is different. My sick follows me like a dark cloud every second of every day. My sick stalks me like a lion, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Sick. My joints ache as I walk, but I keep walking. My stomach burns as I eat, but I keep eating. My insides scream as I smile, but I keep smiling. Sick. I keep the sick hidden under a smile. I accept it as my best friend and worst enemy. I have learned to be tough so I won’t become my sick. Sick.
I wrote a poem about my chronic illness (Sjögren’s syndrome) a few days ago and it felt fitting to post it today because I’m getting an infusion today woohoo!!
#chronic#illness#spoonie#sjgrens#autoimmune#sick
sophks
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sophks
19/Florida
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
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