I am just one.
Just one of the millions fighting an invisible illness. Just one in a sea of pain and misunderstanding. Just one to stand up and say: I am more.
I am more than my illnesses. I am more than pain, medications, fatigue, and disability.
I am a sister. I have sisters with whom I’m building better relationships. We’re working to make memories now, rather than live in our pasts. I’m a sister of the heart. I’ve adopted so many of my dear friends, claiming them as my family, and loving them more than words.
I am a mother. I love my son more than I ever thought possible. Each day he makes me more proud, and I am in awe of his intelligence and strength of character. I look at him and can’t believe that he’s mine. He is my greatest gift, and I am his mother.
I am a daughter. Though my relationships with my parents have been strained over the years, I am still theirs. I am the result of a drunken night, a relationship that never should have been. Still, I am his sole heir, and her oldest. I am their daughter, their blood, carrying on their legacies.
I am a lover, soulmate, life partner, fiance, spouse. I am the promise of a future, and the memory of five wonderful years together. I am dinner on the table, lunches packed for work, laundry washed and put away. I am date nights and late nights walking our doggy. I am the one he gave his heart to, and the keeper of his secrets.
I am a friend. I am care packages in the mail, funny cards, and emails that make us laugh until we cry. I am two hour chats where we talk about everything and nothing. I am a shoulder for your tears, and arms for a hug. I am coffee on a Sunday afternoon, and watching 80s movies while we talk about life.
I am a writer. I share my words, my thoughts, my stories. I come here to this corner of the internet that I’ve made mine every week to share this life I lead. I share to ease the thoughts and voices swirling around in my head. I share so you know you’re not alone. I share because I am a writer, and writers write.
I am a lover of music, books, and movies. I am a true crime fan, a sap for a good romance, and a flower dancing to the waves of sound. I am an admirer of those who follow their passions and are gracious enough to share them with the world.
I am just one. And I matter.
You are just one, but you can make a difference. This week (Sept. 8-13 2014) is Invisible Illness Awareness Week. Please take a moment to check out their site and lend your support. Together we can raise awareness for all of us. And awareness can lead to research, to a cure.