Dear teachers/ adults/ relatives/ friends who are just trying to 'help' me,
No,
Exercise isn’t the cure.
No,
Your natural remedies aren’t the cure.
Yes,
I need the caffeine to function.
No,
Intelligence and illness aren’t mutually exclusive.
Yes,
All these pills and vitamins are necessary.
Yes,
The braces I wear help me.
No,
I don’t act like this for attention
No,
Your over-the-counter pain killers aren’t going to fix my CHRONIC PAIN.
No,
You don’t get tired like me.
No,
Getting only three hours of sleep, by choice, is not the same thing as CHRONIC FATIGUE.
No,
I am not lazy.
Yes,
This is a real illness.
No,
I am not too young to be sick.
No,
You don’t get to diagnose me or tell me the magical cure to my illness, it is considered incurable for a reason.
Please leave me alone.
Sincerely,
The Chronically Ill Teenager who has been sick longer then you decided you know better than my doctors
YOU ARE READING
The Muddled Thoughts of the Chronically Ill
PoesíaPoems about my struggle with chronic illness and how chronic illness is approached by society.
