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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Bullied

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Depending on where you live, it may or may not be bullying awareness week. Regardless of where you live, every week should be bullying awareness week. It's a huge issue that no longer is an issue within only schools but even in home with the increasing use of social media. Bullying within the work place is also becoming a huge issue too. Bully is an extremely common thing to be a victim of and/or witness. I know I have.

When I was younger, I wasn't bullied horribly by other children. I had lots of times where I was miserable, but it could've been much worse. I do recall, however, being bullied by teachers an awful lot. I was a very quiet and sometimes sensitive child- I cried one time whilst reading a book about kittens. Alright, I was a really sensitive child. But it's not an excuse for a child to be afraid to speak because she liked the silence more than her ears being filled with insults from the mouths of her peers and instructors.

I haven't dealt with bullying against me personally in almost four years. There are a lot of reasons behind the end of it, but the big thing is that it ended. My one regret is not speaking up. Maybe if I spoke up, it would've ended much faster, but what's done it done. If you are the victim of bullying, please speak up. It takes a lot of courage to speak up. I remember being too afraid in case they said I was just too sensitive or that I was actually the bully. I was scared that people would hate me for speaking up and that the bullying wouldn't get better or would get worse. But speaking up could be the best thing for you and other potential victims. You're not alone in this. I've been through it- and my email is right there for you in case you need someone to talk to. Don't be shy, I don't bite. :)

At the moment I work with a local organisation for younger teenagers who have problems with bullying and are having a hard time making friends. I love working with the group so much- I love seeing them as they make new friends and are able to stand up to bullying. I love knowing I've been able to help some stay safe. That's what I've been doing to make a stand to bullying- what are you doing?


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