I recently read a wonderful article written by a woman with a chronic illness in which she expressed why she would not apologize for having fun. Her words resonated with me because for the past five years I’ve struggled with allowing myself to have fun without judgment.

It’s incredibly frustrating to have an invisible illness strapped on your back all day every day. There is no relief. Sometimes the weight of it is crushing. No one else around you can see the pain you’re carrying on your shoulders because you don’t look sick. If you had your leg in a cast, arm in a sling or green mucus gushing from your nose, it’d be easy. Everyone can see the thing that’s hurting, and they sympathize with what they can see.

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