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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Everything Will be Okay

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I don't know how to say this so people will understand, but I'll go on just incase someone is sitting at home wondering if they are alone in this thought as I feel at the moment. During songs or videos, if I hear a line or lyric that is reassuring or comforting, I will re-play it. I'll put myself in my own world and imagine this line is being said to me. Usually along the lines of "Everything will be okay in the end" or "Don't be afraid." Sometimes when you're going through a whole lot, and knowing it will be on going people don't realise how much a simple "It's alright" helps you. No one has ever told me everything will be alright or that I haven't any need to be afraid, or that it's okay to be afraid. Mostly because they don't think to say anything.
People really underestimate the value of it. Even doctors, who tend not to put too much emotion into patient treatments, should learn that saying something so simple can make such a difference.
I've reassured myself it's okay to be angry or sad. And I know that accepting something can mean I feel nothing about it, or that I'm still upset. And at the moment, the future doesn't scare me at all. But to really feel that everything is going to be okay, you need to hear it. You can't do everything by yourself, and quite frankly I don't want to or plan to my whole life. Granted, a recording is not the real thing and the person speaking is not speaking to you but it's the best I've got and I bet it's the best some people have too. That and, I think hearing "Everything will be okay. Trust me: I'm the Doctor," is pretty cool.

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