living alone with chronic illness is so hard. being stuck in bed in the worst flare you've had in a while, left to fend for yourself, cry by yourself, try to occupy your time by yourself.
it's so exhausting. it's lonely. it's scary. it's depressing. it feels like the suffering is just endless without a person physically there to remind you that you exist outside your body and help you where they can.
and i just want anyone else stuck in this boat to know that you are cared about still. people remember you. people fight for your rights. it's not the same as having someone you love with you, and im sorry that we can't replace that.
but we can commiserate together about the horrors of it all and maybe make a few long distance friends who understand us and care.
and that still counts for something



















