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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Why Do People Hide?

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Dear World,

I don't know why we hide things that aren't perfect. Humans are not perfect and that is not to be ashamed of.

People hide their natural hair, skin, interests, and just a lot of things that make humans so great. We also try to hide things that are nearly impossible to hide. I was pondering this the other night and realised how many things I try to hide away. So today, I'd just like to make public the biggest thing I try and hide and I do this because I'm very tired of my attempts to hide away.

The number one thing I try to hide is my voice.

 I have a hard time talking to people my age. I think a lot of them think I'm kind of dumb, so I get nervous. Sometimes I stutter or don't say things correctly, but other times I'm just so nervous of judgement that I won't talk at all. This isn't without reason: In the past, even just a few days ago, I've had people laugh when I speak. I don't know why, but they do and I hate it. I don't like hiding my voice, and I don't think I will anymore. I'm tired of not being heard. I'm beginning to prefer being heard and laughed at, then being silent and forgotten.

But anyway, I think we all have something we try to hide. Humans tend to be naturally insecure, so I feel it tends to be natural. And we don't all hide things for the same reasons. Lately I've been challenging myself to stop hiding things. I wish everyone would too.

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  1. AriannaJanuary 14, 2013 at 9:37 AM

    I used to be really shy as a kid, so I can understand that.

    The biggest thing I hide is my feelings. I have a hard time being honest about what's going on inside. I'm working on it, though, and I've improved over the years. One step at a time, right?

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