A friend whose wisdom means a lot to me posted a photo message on Facebook this week that said, “Never own a disease. Reduce the amount of time that you talk about being ill. Refuse to allow illness a place in your consciousness.”
On a good day, I may have been a fan of this. But on the day I read this, I was fighting so hard to not be ill, fighting back against Celiac disease and thyroid issues with every ounce of my being.
And you know what? I gave myself permission to have a bad day. I said aloud, “This f’in sucks!” I had to tell those around me that I was having a bad day. I had to own my disease. I had to ask for help and encouragement and a few extra hugs.
It’s OK to have a bad day. It’s perfectly fine to ask for help on days when you don’t feel optimal. And hopefully it’s even okay to cry in the bathroom, then slowly get it together and march on. Cuz I did that this week. I think it’s okay if you have to do that somedays, too.