Vunerablity
Over these last few months I have been vulnerable in ways I thought wasn't possible for a person like me. I'll paint a picture for those who don't know me outside of my blog...
I like to be in control, I strive to always look the part, and "appearing" well put together is a must. Never did I want people to be able to see my pain just by looking at me, rather, I wanted them to see me and say, "she must have no worries." It was a perception I was creating, which was ultimately hurting me and distancing me from my friends and family. I feel that I was hindering the positive affect I could create just by allowing people in.
My husband feels that ever since I started this blog I have become more carefree and stronger. I think there is something to be said about that. Flare-ups can be caused by stress; I've been carrying this heavy chronic disease on my shoulders, never asking for help, not evening talking about it and all that it was doing was hurting myself even more. I can't believe the response I've received from being vulnerable. Thank you for accepting me and allowing me to have a safe place to express myself.
My friends have been amazing. I can't believe I kept them in the dark for so many years. I have to admit a few things... writing about the struggle is much easier than talking about it. When I talk about it, my face and neck get red and I can feel myself appearing to look embarrassed! My friends are ALWAYS wanting to help me by holding my bags, offering to open my juice, demanding I have the nicest place to sleep (I hope they know they are creating a diva!) - just kidding. I do sometimes feel silly when they do things for me, but I know that's their way of showing how much they care, and I love them for it!