Don't Judge Me for My Good Days: Psoriatic-arthritis.com

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  (This was posted Feb 16, 2024 - but I thought it was such a great topic that I wanted to repost it.) Please don't judge me based on my good days. Looks can be deceiving for someone with a chronic illness. What looks like a good day might actually be a good day. Or it might be a good few hours. Or it could be someone doing their best to function through the pain. You don't honestly know what someone is going through, especially when they have lived with the pain for a long time. You'd be surprised how much pain people can learn to smile through. Read the full article at psoriatic-arthritis.com
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You Can Pick Your Friends, but You Can't Pick Your Family

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Some think they can. Even I do. Sometimes when I'm with my cousins I pretend we're siblings. I do actually have siblings but all of whom are much older than me. So when I 'm around family my same age, I like getting the feeling of being a big, happy family. Though I am content being a litttle, happy family :) .
However there is one girl I wish was my sister. She is my best friend and we are two year apart in age (she being my elder). Also a great distance keeps us apart. We know each other very well and rarely see each other, often taking to Skype to talk everyday. We've laughed together and we've cried together. Never have I ever had a friend who knows me like she does.
She has her own Arthur as well, but her's is the rheumatoid type in several of her joints. She often flares and is sick, and has numerous other medical problems. She is my biggest inspiration as she keeps on living through this. Often I wish I could be with her, and I wish I could be there for her more than I really can. Right now she's dealing with a very painful situations. If you are reading this, please send some loving thoughts her way if you wouldn't mind. She would apperciate it. :)

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