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Why I’m Not Faking Being Sick; I’m Faking Being Well

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“I’m Not Faking Being Sick; I’m Faking Being Well.”

Despite being sick, I’m never fortunate enough to receive flowers, gifts or cards. I don’t get anything; instead, I draw eye rolls as people become exasperated by my ill health. Rather than sympathy, people are accusing me of faking being sick for attention. Or using it as an excuse not to work and instead laze around the house all day, killing time. I never receive love or sympathy. Instead, I get disbelieving shakes of the head or glares when getting out of the car in a disabled bay. But I get no compassion. Instead, I’m the beneficiary of unsolicited advice; I should get out more for fresh air or to be more positive. But never hugs or presents.

Smiling, Looking Happy and Carefree…To Others, I Must Be Faking

It’s the reality when people cannot see your pain or the other symptoms accompanying chronic illness. They assume it doesn’t exist or that you’re exaggerating it to be much worse than it is. When I’m out, I’m smiling, make-up done, wearing clothes that make me look and feel good, alongside my colourful crutch. To them, I must be faking; someone genuinely sick wouldn’t be smiling, looking happy and carefree. A woman who is ill and disabled wouldn’t wear make-up or care about looking fashionable. To them, I must be faking, desperately seeking attention, wanting to stand out with my bright, fun and colourful crutch.

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Yes, I like that it is aesthetically pleasing; I love that it looks fun and fashionable. But it’s my choice of crutch, not because I want attention. But because it’s more comfortable than anything I’ve used before. I felt miserable using the uncomfortable, grey, bulky crutch handed to me at the hospital. It caused pain and made me look and feel disabled. It feels that this illness stole my mobility and took my youth, femininity, love of colour and fashion.

But this crutch has not only helped with my mobility and reduced my pain but has also become an extension of my personality. They have become stylish accessories that I can coordinate with my outfits and a source of joy. They’ve gifted me new confidence in using them. More importantly, it has returned to me a part of myself that I thought I had lost.

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But I’m Not Faking Being Sick; I’m Faking Being Well

People think I’m faking. And I am. But I’m not faking being sick; I’m faking being well. Nobody witnesses it, but I see evidence of my sickness daily. The remnants of illness echo everywhere around the house. It’s found in the piles of clothes left unwashed and unironed, the chores left unfinished, my mobility aids scattered around, and the empty pill packets discarded on my bedside table. My immediate surroundings are evidence of my sickness, as is my body. The dark, purply bruises under my eyes, my ashen complexion, and the cuts and bruises that decorate my body.

"Nobody witnesses it, but I see evidence of my sickness daily. The remnants of illness echo everywhere around the house: the chores left unfinished, my mobility aids scattered about, and the empty pill packets lying around." Share on X

But still, I’m continuously accused of faking or exaggerating my symptoms. But the truth is, I’m more likely to downplay the severity of my symptoms than to embellish them. The symptoms I live with may be invisible, but they are all too visible to me. Nobody can see, but I feel the symptoms constantly thrum through my body, causing persistent pain and discomfort. Those who judge, accusing me of faking, never know as I spend most of each day lying anywhere I can find.

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Much of that time, I’m lying with my eyes closed as I grapple with the pain and the other symptoms that are hell-bent on making life unbearable. But somehow, people think that I’m stuck at home by choice. There’s an idea that all I do all day is lie around in my pyjamas watching TV. A duvet day, every day, by choice, because to them, I’m lazy.

Like Ariel, I Wish I Could Be Part of Your (Healthy) World

But I’m not stuck at home all day by choice. It’s because that is the only option. Being at home every day is incredibly dull and depressing; my single experience is with my chronic illness. The world moves on, but still, I remain trapped, my body tethered to the confines of my home, wishing like Ariel that I could be part of the world outside of my prison.

On the right side lies an illustration of a woman with dark hair wearing a green top and blue trousers with hearts on staring out of a window with a cat sitting next to her. The text on the left hand side reads "The world moves on, but still, I remain trapped, my body tethered to the confines of my home, wishing like Ariel that I could be part of the world outside my prison."
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Every day, my head is full of wants and dreams, everything I yearn for and want to achieve. But all my desires and dreams are impossible to make reality. Because again and again, my body rebels against me, stopping me from living. I don’t choose to stay home every day; my body demands it. If I don’t conform to its demands, my body throws a tantrum to rival that of the naughtiest toddler. Living with chronic illness, FOMO isn’t the fear of missing out but rather the feeling of missing out. Grief constantly reappears as, time and time again, my body rebels, forcing me to miss out on joyous occasions I desperately wanted to attend.

"I don't choose to stay home every day; my body demands it. If I don't conform to its demands, my body throws a tantrum to rival that of the naughtiest toddler." Share on X

Why would I fake an illness only to miss out on so much?

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Accusations of Faking My Illness Is Not Only Limited To IRL

But it is not only in my real life that I have encountered allegations of faking my chronic illness. Horrible, vicious messages accusing me of faking being sick for attention or likes sneak into my DMs. Or even appear as anonymous comments on my blog by nameless, faceless trolls.

Writing about my experiences and sharing details of my life with chronic illness, some accuse me of talking too much about it. But some trolls take umbrage of my sporadic personal tweets that delve into life with chronic illness. Or they take issue that I don’t disclose everything about my life with chronic illness. As if, by not revealing everything about life with my health condition, then I can’t be living with it. Their venom, directed at me and my writing, calls into question the lack of photographs of myself looking ill. They question the lack of photos of the injuries I have obtained because of my symptoms. I feel like I’m on trial; the words I carefully compose and share on social media are evidence of my guilt or innocence of faking or exaggerating my life with chronic illness.

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But if I shared my reality of how bad I feel, every post would be a self-absorbed tale of woe. Who wants to constantly read details of how unwell I am or how miserable I feel? I know that’s not something I want to write about and share. It is difficult enough to endure the worst of times at the hands of chronic illness. But having to relive it all over again on social media only exacerbates the trauma. So, I don’t share; instead, I become quiet, my socials inactive as my time becomes preoccupied with surviving the flare.

"It is difficult enough to endure the worst of times at the hands of chronic illness. But having to relive it all over again on social media only exacerbates the trauma." Share on X

The Last Thing I Have the Energy For When I’m Unwell Is To Constantly Tweet About It!

I have little energy to do anything besides lying, staying in bed, and feeling terrible. The exhaustion penetrating my body makes me too tired to watch television, talk to anyone, or even move. I certainly do not possess the energy to lift my phone from its resting place to document how bad I feel for posterity on social media. Or, after a fall, my priority is getting myself to a safe space, tending to my injuries, ensuring they aren’t severe, and not taking a photograph of them to share online to legitimise my suffering.

"During a flare, I don't possess the energy to grab my phone from its resting place to document how bad things are or how bad I feel for posterity on social media." Share on X

I hesitate as my cursor hovers over the send button, unsure whether to catapult my innermost thoughts into cyberspace. I ask myself if I can or should reveal the private, intimate details of my thoughts, body, and life with chronic illness. But I do, not for attention or likes on social media, but because I remember the crippling loneliness I felt for years, living with mysterious and puzzling symptoms I had no answer for. If sharing my story and giving voice to this experience allows even one person not to feel that profound loneliness, it would give purpose to everything I have and continue to go through.

I have received many messages from people who have read my words or followed me on social media, saying they feel less alone because of my relatable descriptions of living with chronic illness. Every like I receive is not because someone likes my writing but because they understand and can sadly relate to my terrifying predicaments arising from my diagnosis. So, rather than wanting likes on social media, I’d prefer to have none.

Living With Chronic Illness Makes Me Feel Insecure and Embarrassed; Attention Is The Last Thing I Want

My social media feed is often a highlight reel of my life filled with smiles, laughter and a reflection of my likes and personality. This a testament to the moments I’m feeling joy and positivity and well enough to post. I’m happy to share such times because they reflect the time of my life when I felt normal and not the sick girl I often am.

"My social media is often a highlight reel of my life. It's a testament to the moments I'm feeling joy, positivity and well enough to post reflecting the times when I feel normal and now the sick girl I often am." Share on X

It hurts more than I can say that people think I’m faking or exaggerating my illness for attention or likes. Especially so when the said illness is always very present, evident in my life, ready to attack and ruin the here and now at its prerogative. It is apparent to me and those closest to me that I’m not faking being sick but being well. The symptoms affecting my mobility and balance are now all too visible to everyone that something is wrong with me, making me feel insecure and self-conscious. Because of this, I shy away from drawing attention to myself, preferring to stay in the background. Attention is the last thing I want, despite the accusations often directed at me.

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"It hurts more than I can say that people think I'm faking or exaggerating my illness for attention or likes. Especially when the illness is always very present, evident in my life." Share on X

Because when you become chronically ill, the only attention you do come by is unwarranted and intrusive. I can physically feel stares boring into my back while my legs crumple beneath me, my crutch feebly maintaining my balance and me upright. Along with the stares, I hear not-very-whispered whispers as people suddenly look down after my eyes unexpectedly catch them staring at me. Or, strangers approach me, asking me intrusive questions about why I’m using a crutch and what is wrong with me, as if my health were a subject of debate like the weather.

"I never want attention because when you become chronically ill, the only attention you do come by is unwarranted and intrusive." Share on X

I’m Not Faking Being Sick; I Spend All My Time Faking Being Well

However, I’m often met with incredulous looks when I open up about my health condition. As if they think I’m faking it because I look fine, because of my faked healthy glow. It’s a cruel irony that the better I’ve managed my illness and the more adept I’ve become at hiding the signs, the harder it is for others to recognise it.

Because despite what you may believe, I’m not faking being sick. I’m spending all my time faking being well.

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What You Don't See About Living with FND

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Living with a chronic invisible illness is both a blessing and a curse. I live with a condition called FND, which remains hidden. One of the evils of such a condition is everything which you don’t see about living with the everyday hidden struggles.

The Blessing of Living With An Invisible Illness

The blessing of such conditions lies in the notion that the illness, and it’s resulting limitations do not precede us. And allows us to choose with whom to confide in, and when and how. Illness and it’s resulting limitations remaining a well-kept secret. A secret that does not define us or how others perceive us; and not limited by popular stereotypes or sweeping generalisations.

When chronic illness remains invisible, people do not hold lower expectations of us, that many whose conditions are visible endure. It can be a blessing that even when feeling awful, others often don’t notice. Makeup can help hide the tired bags under the eyes and conceal the other visible effects of chronic illness. A fake smile can be painted to trick those who don’t know us well or the struggles we are forced to endure always.

The invisibility of chronic illness allows us the opportunity to blend into the ranks of ‘normality.’ Those living with such invisible chronic illnesses inherit a magical cloak that will enable us to be like everyone else. It allows us to act and fake at being well.

"Those living with such invisible chronic illnesses inherit a magical cloak that will enable us to be like everyone else. It allows us to act and fake at being well." Share on X

But It’s Merely An Act: A Performance To Fool

But it is just that – an act. A performance that we regularly execute to make everyone else believe everything is fine. In truth, every day is a fight, a constant battle, trying to keep that smile painted on our face. But often, the demands of chronic illness and its accompanying symptoms supersede everything else, and this performance becomes difficult to sustain. And the magical cloak slips revealing the struggles that were once exquisitely hidden.

"In truth, every day is a fight, a constant battle, trying to keep that smile painted on our face. But often, the demands of chronic illness supersede everything else, and this performance becomes difficult to sustain." Share on X

One of the most frustrating curses of living with an invisible chronic illness is just that – concealed to the outside world. When we do share our experiences of the suffering and pain, it is often downplayed, or dismissed by those listening. Others glance at our young, healthy-appearing bodies and the mask that we have had years perfecting, and exclaim “But you look so good!” And it is frustrating when others continuously think that we cope with living with a chronic illness so well, not realising how heavy the demands of it all is every day.

Physically we are seen by those in the outside world, but what you don't see is the struggles faced by those, like me, who are living with an invisible illness
Physically we are seen by those in the outside world, but what you don’t see is the struggles faced by those, like me, who are living with an invisible illness

It sounds much like a compliment. But for those of us living with a chronic illness, it is a statement of disbelief and scepticism. But what the outside world sees; what we choose to let others see is a carefully constructed mask. A mask that allows us to traverse amongst the able-bodied world that exists outside. And to pass as ‘normal’ and healthy and having to avoid defending my diagnosis to prospective sceptics.

A curse of living with such an illness and one of constant frustration is the inability for others to witness the fight I am forced to battle every day. The inability for others to bear witness to all of the ways FND affects every facet of my life. It’s the invisible battles as well as others unable to see or understand the effect they have only adds to the loneliness that already permeates my already microscopic world.

"A curse of living with an invisible illness and one of constant frustration is the inability for others to witness the fight I am forced to battle every day." Share on X

What You Don’t See (Or Don’t Choose to See)

What you don’t see is that I am faking being well; faking health to preserve my dignity, energy and ability to accomplish whatever it is I’m doing before my legs fail me and I collapse.

You don't see that we are often faking at being well. Adopting a mask to wear when out in the wider world to fool people into believing we are like one of them. You also don't see the struggle it takes in keeping this mask on at all times.
You don’t see that we are often faking at being well. Adopting a mask to wear when out in the world to fool people into believing we are like one of them. You also don’t see the struggle it takes in keeping this mask on at all times. Photo by Mash Babkova from Pexels

You don’t know the effort it takes to fake at being well. And although faking is difficult, it is often easier than exposing the pain that exists, and then having to use precious and already limited energy to defend my permanent state of being unwell.

What you don’t see is the grimaces I make when in a safe place. A place where I feel comfortable in removing the mask I wear in public, and I can allow myself to acknowledge the unrelenting, debilitating pain. The pain that I attempt to overlook when among society.

"What you don't see is the grimaces I make when in a safe place. A place where I feel comfortable in removing the mask I wear in public, and I can allow myself to acknowledge the unrelenting, debilitating pain." Share on X

You Don’t See the Fear and Anxiety That Endures Because of FND

What you don’t see is the overwhelming fear that encroaches over every aspect of my life. The anxiety that this condition will continue to worsen. The concern that the list of limitations that already exist will continue to get longer; and the number of losses increasing exponentially. The underlying fear that illness will become the sole existence of my life. And the fear that I will end up being all alone in this world.

What you don't see is the anxiety and fear that begins to incite when having to leave the house. The fear of the potential that a flare-up of symptoms will suddenly appear when outside of our comfort zone.
What you don’t see is the anxiety and fear that begins to incite when having to leave the house. The fear of the potential that a flare-up of symptoms will suddenly appear when outside of our comfort zone.

What you don’t see is the anxiety and fear that begins to incite when having to leave the house. The fear of the potential that a flare-up of symptoms will suddenly appear when outside of our comfort zone. You don’t see the self-doubt that always exists; continually doubting what I am capable of and overanalysing and questioning every decision made. I often begin to overestimate the limitations that now prevails due to FND, regularly convincing myself that I cannot do something or handle going somewhere because of the disabling symptoms that exist because of it.

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You Don’t See The Enduring Impact of FND

You don’t see the excruciating pain that greets me in the morning as I wake after a restless night of painsomnia. Or the number of times it takes for me to even get out of bed in the morning. You don’t see as the weakness in my legs prevails, refusing to cooperate or bear my body weight. You don’t observe the nights my body contorts from unrelenting and disabling pain that radiates throughout my legs. Pain that often keeps me awake hours into the fledgeling mornings.

You don't see the excruciating nights spent writhing in pain as it ravages your body and results in painsomnia
You don’t see the excruciating nights spent writhing in pain as it ravages your body and results in painsomnia

You don’t see me as I cry in bed, the days and nights with arm-in-mouth trying not to scream from the all-consuming pain that continues to ravage my entire body. Or the days spent crying or feeling anger at all the things I can longer do and everything I have lost as an individual.

"You don't see me as I cry in bed, the days and nights with arm-in-mouth trying not to scream from the all-consuming pain that continues to ravage my entire body." Share on X

What you don’t see is the constant dizziness and vertigo that consumes my entire life. Nor can you see the visual disturbances that make it incredibly difficult to be able to focus on, or trust anything that I see in my field of vision.

What you don’t see is the incredible loneliness that I feel because of this condition. The friends that I have lost along my journey of trying to fit into a world that I seemingly do not belong. You do not bear witness of the challenge in making new friends or the difficulties in maintaining friendships because I am primarily housebound.

You don’t witness the anguish and frustration of after gaining a much-worked for a degree; I am not able to work due to the disabling symptoms that accompany FND. It hurts knowing that when you look at me, you wish that you didn’t have to work either. Or the thought that you may think that I am exaggerating and only playing hooky.

You Don’t See the Struggles and Impact of The Symptoms of FND Can Have

You do not witness the unimaginable struggle of walking or standing in a queue while my legs are severely trembling. The trembling so relentless that it is the only thing my mind can focus on and nothing else. You do not see the unimaginable anxiety that courses through my mind that my legs will suddenly give way, leaving me collapsed in a heap on the floor. You cannot see the images that flood my head of the many times it has happened before. And you cannot know the fear it creates about going out at all, or how it easy it becomes to prevent certain places or situations to avoid it from happening again.

You do not witness the unimaginable struggle of walking or standing in a queue while my legs are severely trembling. The trembling so relentless that it is the only thing my mind can focus on and nothing else. Photo by Rodion Kutsaev on Unsplash

You don’t see the hefty payback for every expansion of effort and energy undertaken. The price we are forced to pay in the form of an enduring flare after having a little fun, and not listening when our bodies are screaming stop.

"You don't see the hefty payback for every expansion of effort and energy undertaken. The price we are forced to pay in the form of an enduring flare after having a little fun, and not listening when our bodies are screaming stop." Share on X

You don’t see the pill I am forced to count out each week, or the side effects I have to plan my life around. Nor can you see the ongoing pain. Or depression. The endeavour to remain resilient in the face of all of the struggles.

The Lessons Learnt When Battling An Invisible Fight

These are only some of the struggles faced by someone living with an invisible condition such as FND. Trust me; there are so many more. And as I continue to battle and wrestle with the enduring effects of this current flare, I begin to feel more of the frustrations because of it’s lack of visibility and the lack of understanding of the impact they have on my life.

Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about, or even understand.
Fighting a battle that is not known by anyone other than myself has taught me invaluable lessons. One such lesson is that no matter how someone looks or acts, you can never know what’s happening in their lives. Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash

Fighting a battle that is not recognised by anyone other than myself has taught me an invaluable lesson. It has taught me that no matter how someone looks or acts, you never know what’s happening in their lives.

So be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about, or even understand.

But perhaps it is also an important lesson to open up more and articulate to others about my experiences and struggles of living with an invisible illness. To help people, and especially those closest to me the toll it can take on every area of my life.

Perhaps such battles remain invisible because we are often too reluctant to voice them.

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Blooming Despite Adversity…

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During Adversity, We Look For Inspiration

Waking this morning in unendurable pain, I felt incredibly discouraged. Unable to get out of bed due, I immediately grabbed my iPad, for much-needed positivity and inspiration.

On my Pinterest feed, I have a board entitled ‘Positivity.’ A board filled with beautiful and inspiring words that would fill even the melancholy of hearts with positivity. The board has an eclectic mix of quotes, from famous scholars to quotes from books and films. There is a quote for everyone.

‘The Flower That Blooms In Adversity Is The Most Rare and Beautiful Of All’

Scrolling through the many quotes that exist on the board, one immediately caught my eye. It read ‘The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.” The quote above is from the Disney film Mulan. It is thought, however, the basis of the story is that of the Plum Blossom. The plum blossom is the earliest blooming flower that grows in China.

'The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and beautiful of all' is such an exquisite quote that encapsulates those who experience chronic illness wonderfully." Share on X

It does not wait for the sun and warmth of Spring to arrive before it blooms. It thrives in the winter before the leaves of the tree have fully formed. The people of China are thought to be proud of what the flower represents. The plum blossom has been the inspiration of many poets and artists for centuries.

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A flower will easily bloom given the perfect conditions; it is easy. A flower that grows despite bad and adverse conditions is unique and more beautiful because by all rights it shouldn’t have bloomed at all. The same principle can apply to people.

"A flower that grows despite bad and adverse conditions is unique and more beautiful as by all rights it shouldn't have blossomed at all. The same could be said for people." Share on X

Those who live through adversity and hardships is unique and beautiful because of them. Mulan is considered a heroine due to her overcoming the problems caused by her not conforming to the cultural standards of being a woman. And also due to the difficulties, she faces from serving in the army as another gender and eventually saving China from the Huns.

The Insecurities of Living With Chronic Illness

Everyone lives with insecurities. But, when living with a chronic illness, these insecurities grow exponentially. We feel sick the majority of the time which strips our self-confidence and sense of self-worth away. The journey of permanently coping with pain, illness is long and arduous, continually changing our bodies and our identities as the worsening symptoms become permanent.

"The journey of permanently coping with pain, illness is long and arduous, continually changing our bodies and our identities as the worsening symptoms become permanent." Share on X

But it is not only insecurities surrounding our bodies and our perception of beauty that we have to confront. There are many insecurities regarding everything outside of our comfort zone. Anything new and unfamiliar become frightening and overwhelming. After losing so much to pain and illness, we learn to self-doubt our abilities, and what we are capable of, a world where saying no is more comfortable than the anxiety-inducing prospect of what could be. We begin only to see our struggles and start defining ourselves by them.

"After losing so much to pain and illness, we learn to self-doubt our abilities, and what we are capable of, a world where saying no is more comfortable than the anxiety-inducing prospect of what could be." Share on X

There’s Strong, and Then There’s Chronic Illness Strong

What we forget, however, is the number of times we have gotten back up after being knocked down by illness. We get knocked down time and time again, but still, we rise. And when we are back on our feet, although it may not seem like it, we are stronger and more resilient than before. We begin to thrive and bloom when pushing past our demons, accomplishing things we may have never thought possible. However, despite all this, still radiating positivity and happiness despite the harsh conditions of living with a chronic illness.

"We forget the number of times we have gotten back up after being knocked down by illness. We get knocked down, time and time again, but still, we rise.  Stronger and more resilient than before." Share on X
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It is easy to go into survival mode when diagnosed with a chronic illness. To use disease as an excuse for everything that is wrong with life, or complaining about the impact it is having. However, in my experience and witnessing numerous people challenging their experiences into writing and advocacy and celebrating wins and precious moments, choosing to see them as blessings and not a right. It is these ‘rare flowers’ that can appreciate even the smallest blessings in life, yet able to enjoy them during times of great adversity.

"It is 'rare flowers' like those I have met in the chronic illness community that can appreciate even the smallest blessings in life, yet able to enjoy them during times of great adversity." Share on X

Thriving Even In Adversity

Perseverance is key to being able to flourish and bloom in any area of life. But perhaps more so for those living with chronic illness. To continually thrive despite limitations and restrictions that such illnesses place upon us is no easy feat. But still, we don’t give up, and we continue despite debilitating symptoms. Never giving in to the demands of such bothersome symptoms, determined never to utter the words no.

"But still, we don't give up, and we continue despite debilitating symptoms. Never giving in to the demands of such bothersome symptoms, determined never to utter the words no." Share on X

To thrive and not just survive life with a chronic illness, we must learn to listen to our bodies. To learn to balance our sheer determination versus that of the demands of the symptoms that vex us. And to recognise when we need to say no to something rather than the desire of wanting to say yes. Learning to do so, although it can be irritating can decrease the number of severe flares, increasing the opportunities for more fun. It can be tempting to rebel against the restraints that illness has but to flourish we need to learn to cooperate.

"It can be tempting to rebel against the restraints that illness has but to flourish sometimes we need to learn to cooperate with the symptoms and ultimately our bodies." Share on X

J.K. Rowling once wrote, its words uttered by her profound and philosophical character Professor Dumbledore. He said, “It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.” A favourable attitude is crucial for those who are chronically ill; our ability to thrive and grow is contingent on the choices we make. We can choose who we are going to be regardless of where we are.

"A favourable attitude is crucial for those who are chronically ill; our ability to thrive and grow is contingent on the choices we make. We can choose who we are going to be regardless of where we are." Share on X

Community: A Garden of Rare and Beautiful Flowers

The beautiful and rare flowers within the chronic illness community see opportunity even within the most adverse situations. When limited to bed, for example, we see a chance to relive happy memories. Or to catch up on something on our ‘I must get a chance to get round to that’ list. To thrive, we focus on what we can do instead of that which we are unable. I try to embrace times of forced bed rest as an opportunity to catch up on films or television programmes I have meant to watch but just haven’t found the time to do so. It was during such a time that I stumbled upon the very quote that inspired this post. Inspiration often comes from the most unexpected of places.

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Every Flower Must Grow Through Dirt

It may often feel that the burdens of illness that are always present in our lives, it may feel that they have buried us. Unable to escape or grow due to the new constraints that it has placed in our lives. However, it does not have to be this way. It is possible to plant ourselves in the dirt and to grow roots and allow ourselves to bloom and thrive even in adversity. After all, every flower must grow through dirt.

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I am dedicating this post for all those who are stuck in the darkness. For all those who are only aware of the insecurities arising from living with illness. Know that you have the same abilities from your life before sickness and you are still capable of so much. You can thrive and bloom despite the restrictions from constant and unrelenting symptoms. You can become a rare and beautiful flower despite adversity. It is for those within the chronic illness community who continue to support and comfort for those in need in spite of their suffering.

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Lighting the Flame for Invisible Illness

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A friend of mine, a lovely woman whom I connected with through this blog, recently asked me to take part in an awareness campaign to shed light on invisible illnesses and the debilitating effects that they can have on the lives of those affected.

We found each other as we both share a diagnosis of Functional Neurological Disorder (FND).  This is a disorder which is a result of a problem, often of an unknown origin, of the central nervous system whereby the brain fails to send or receive messages correctly. As the brain controls all of our bodily functions, the list of potential symptoms is extensive and no two people with this condition will exhibit the same symptoms.

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Sharing our stories can help break through barriers and shine a light on invisible illness

In many ways, there are many unknowns to this condition, but as I have and continue to experience the symptoms can be wide-ranging and debilitating.  Also in both of our experiences living with such an invisible illness can be difficult and isolating as the effects of such conditions cannot be seen.  As a result, my friend Harmoni Shakti wants to shine a light on these conditions to start new and meaningful conversations between loved ones, friends, colleagues and even strangers.  By doing so, Harmoni hopes that all of us can start to converse, start more meaningful and truthful connections so we can better help each other through the tough times that these illnesses can bring.

Harmoni has therefore asked to help ‘light the flame’ on my own journey of life with a functional neurological disorder and my other neurological conditions to help raise awareness that has already been featured on her social media pages and given me permission to also publish on here my own blog.  Do you live with an invisible illness? Why don’t you also light a flame and share your own story with Harmoni and the rest of the world?  Details to get in touch with Harmoni and all of her social media pages can be found at the bottom of the page.

Imagine growing up never fitting in.

Constantly feeling like you are always on the sidelines.

That’s what life felt like for me growing up.  Experiencing symptoms such as dizziness and weird sensation in the legs which no one else in my peer group seemed to experience.  It set me apart from everyone else. 

Encountering such symptoms and not being able to describe what I was going through sufficiently to the appropriate medical professionals during many appointments over many years.  As a result, I felt incredibly alone and isolated from friends and family. 

It continued for many years, dizziness and pain in my legs following me through secondary school and later university. 

These symptoms and new ones including severe weakness in the legs, often resulting in them giving away on me and me on the ground unable to stand or walk.   Visual disturbances, which I often experienced during childhood and was thought to be related to my short-sightedness were added to the growing list of symptoms that had become my life.  With all of these symptoms, I was and continue to be unable to leave the house unaided because of the symptoms and the effect that it has on my life (i.e., the falls and being unable to get back up, especially as there are no warning signs before it occurs).

And as the symptoms worsened and became constant I felt that I became shackled to them; imprisoned to my home because of persistent and incapacitating symptoms.  Left unable to work or participate in society.

I and my symptoms have stumped all of the doctors and consultants whom I’ve seen over the years; unable to find a name for what I am experiencing.  As a result, I was referred to see a consultant in London.  He concluded after numerous tests and reviewing my extensive medical history that several co-morbid conditions were going on; something that happened at birth or a genetic disorder causing a long-standing neurological condition which resulted in functional symptoms, or a functional neurological condition (FND).

If we think of the brain as a computer, neurological conditions such as MS or Parkinson’s Disease are as a result of a hardware problem (damage to the brain observed by an MRI scan) however often people like me can develop symptoms that have no apparent cause or damage to the brain.  In this instance, there is a software problem in which the brain for some reason fails to send or receive messages correctly.

Functional Neurological Condition, like many others, is invisible.  Living with an invisible illness can be incredibly lonely as no one else can see the pain and other debilitating symptoms.  They think we are just like them and cannot understand the problems that we are experiencing at that particular time.  Others cannot see what we are experiencing which is why we should help shine the light on invisible illnesses and the effects that they can have on the individual.

I am lighting a flame for invisible illness and for those who are affected. 

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To connect with Harmoni and to help with her mission to shine a light on the effects of invisible illnesses, you can connect with her on her following social media accounts:
Facebook          Twitter          Instagram

You can also share your story by using #lightingtheflame

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The Invisible Fight of Invisible Illness

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Imagine walking down a busy street.  Look at the faces of the people walking past you in the street. Every one of those people will currently, or at some point in their history has faced a battle. One of them may be living with a battle that I currently face; a battle of living with an invisible illness.

Invisible Battles, Known Only To Those Fighting Them

Some of these battles may be visible, detectable to others, eliciting empathy and compassion.  Other conflicts, however, are invisible; concealed from everyone else, like a deeply hidden secret – a struggle known only by the person carrying the burden of the fight.

There are so many fights when living with an invisible illness
Be kind; for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

I am one of those people who is fighting an unseen, invisible fight.  If you were to see me, you would never know that I have a neurological condition — the only signs being when I am staggering along with my crutch.  Or on the days where weak legs confine me to the use of a wheelchair, even then I am met with stares silently asking why I need such aids.

"I am one of those people who is fighting an unseen, invisible fight—an invisible battle of living with an invisible illness." Share on X

For Me It is Not An Invisible Illness, It Is My Life

The personal fight I face as a result of my neurological condition although may not be visible to others, for me, however, is very real.  For me, it is not an invisible illness; it is my life.  Every step is a struggle, with legs trembling so much that it feels as if they will buckle, although no one can see.  For others, the world is still, unmoving.

The world in my experience, however, seems off-balance. As though everything is slightly tilted. At other times it seems as if there is constant motion.  Every day I fight against fatigue and for the ability to do everything that everyone often takes for granted. Such as being able to go shopping, take a shower or cook a meal for the family.

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Living with an invisible illness is often a balancing act between surrendering to our symptoms and fighting against them
“Living with an invisible illness is often a balancing act between surrendering to our symptoms and fighting against them.”

Every day is a battleground between myself and my body.  Like with any battles in history, there are times I am forced to surrender. Such as those days when my legs are so weak. Or the dizziness so severe that I am unable to get out of bed.  The days I am forced to surrender to my condition and stay confined to my bed.  That’s the thing about living with a chronic illness; it is often a balancing act between surrendering to our symptoms and fighting against them.

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The Fight Against The Assumptions of Others

It is not just the symptoms that we have to fight.  We also have to fight against the judgements of other people regarding our long-term health conditions.  At the start of our chronic illness journey, people greet our new circumstances with understanding and compassion, friends and family make allowances for our limitations.  As time passes, however, the understanding and compassion dissipate, replaced with frustration.  Frustration at us still not being well enough to go out and take part in activities we used to before illness took over our lives.

The grievance at the chores still left untouched as illness still will not allow me to attend to them. My parents, although supportive and understanding will sometimes feel embittered at finding certain chores untouched. Some days have to be waived for a day on the sofa due to debilitating and unrelenting symptoms. And they are unaware of this as to look at me, you only see a healthy woman.

To Live With An Invisible Illness Instead of Surviving

It may seem that the neurological condition takes a significant amount of space in my life; it, however, does not own or control me.  Yes, it may borrow my life at times, restraining me to the four walls of this house I live in, but the condition does nor ever will take my entire life.  There are certain things that I am unable to do because of this condition. Particular baggage that it has created, but there are still plenty of other things that I can and have done that I can still do.

The Fight of Invisible Illness
A profound quote from Tangled!

This unseen condition may fight for control for every facet of my personal life.  Now, however, I have chosen to fight back. Although I have not won control for every area of my life, I have elected to manage aspects of my life that I do have control over.  I have chosen to live side by side with my condition instead of merely enduring life with it.

I choose to live rather than simply survive.

'Fight Song' is an empowering one for those living with invisible conditions
‘Fight Song’ is a song that is on my self-care playlist
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