I was going to concoct a more drawn-out post explaining why I’m not participating in any of the awareness campaigns of May concerning my illnesses…but then I came upon the realization that I don’t owe anyone justification for my actions–or “wise inaction,” as it were–and I am comforted by the knowledge that many other people are feeling the same way.
For those who can advocate–and I do it at random, it definitely has its purpose, particularly in our government to let them know we’re still here–that is more than fine. If it gives you purpose, and belonging, and you feel pulled toward it, then do so.
For others like myself, I feel my entire life is an advocacy campaign. I don’t need a month, or a day: I get 365 days, 7 days a week, 24 hours a day, of this is what this disease does.
Pay attention to how I got this, and how hard it is for me to get my health back, so you can avoid it. Know that I was just like you, once. Know that I didn’t think it could’ve happened to me, either. That’s the biggest advocacy I can do.
Talking about Lyme disease or myalgic encephalomyelitis every second of every day for a month and nothing coming of it–because people who have their minds made up are NOT willing to hear anything else–is not going to help me OR anyone else, at all. I am not my disease. I am not Lyme disease, or mycoplasma, or myalgic encephalomyelitis, or autonomic neuropathy, or dystonia. They’re just things that have passed into my life to help shape and change it into something else. That’s all.
I’ve spent the past decade as an advocate, and I think I’ve done my part. In my absence there will be others. I personally think people learn more if you’re not yelling at them in desperation, but that might just be my personal experience. I’ve been blessed to help several people find out they had Lyme disease, for example, and it had nothing to do with advocacy. You can’t force the information on anyone: If they want to know, they will seek. And if they’re interested, I am here.
So instead of advocacy, myself and several, several others are focusing instead on what makes us feel normal.
Sure, our every waking moment may be imposed upon by symptoms and dysfunction, but that is not all we are. No matter how sick I’ve ever gotten, nor how sick I will ever be, there’s always more to me than an illness. This blog has been my health diary, yes, but I don’t want anyone to get the idea that this is all I am or all I do. I have friends and family and pets and hobbies and interests just like anyone else. And I am an artist. Not because the title makes me feel important, but because at my core, that’s how I express myself, it’s who I become when my physical limitations allow.
“Every job is a self-portrait of the person who did it. Autograph your work with excellence.”
So, there will be no post specifically about my conditions (although I did finish the “What is M.E.?” section a while back). It’s time to cultivate the parts of my life that inspire and enhance, that make me feel human and normal, not advertise what makes my life a living hell for the other 90% of the day, mostly to people who already know what I go through, anyway. And I’m so glad to know I’m not alone in this.
I’ll leave you with this link: 60 Ways To Make Life Simple Again
♥ a rainbow at night