8 reasons why I’m thankful for my illness

This probably seems somewhat strange to some people. Why would anyone be thankful for their body hating them. Limiting their ability to enjoy life, live life and keep up with their peers in all aspects of life. But I am, however awful it may be sometimes and however much I hate my body at times and long to just be normal.

I am thankful.

In this post I will state the reasons why.

  1. Helped me gain perspective – since realising that what has been wrong with me in the last 9 years or so is actually a chronic illness of some type has helped me gain perspective on life. Life isn’t just about getting the best grades, all the work experience  possible at the best law firms or chambers, or career related equivalent to anyone reading this. Health and happiness are far more important than those things. Yes grades can be important, and yes work experience is useful but it’s not the be all and end all. Health on the other hand is. And I’m referring to both mental and physical in such a context.
  2. More tolerant and understanding – Since recognising I’m chronically ill myself I understand more that sometimes you just can’t manage to go on with your normal daily life anymore. Yes I still get very wound up at people who have no excuse and can’t be bothered, especially when you’re reliant on them for the end goal. (Be that a performance or group project). But I’m a lot less angry about peoples commitment issues than I used to be because although some may be lacking because they are making excuses. You never know what’s going on in someones life completely and other people may have too much going on, or be suffering from sometimes debilitating mental or physical illnesses.
  3. Being physically ill helped me recover from my eating disorder – Sounds a little weird I know but while I was a fairly symptom free human being for a few months I ended up exercise addicted and healthy food obsessed as an alternative to anorexia. My symptoms getting worse helped me find a better relationship with exercise purely because it hurt too much for me to continue burning 1000+ calories a day. And I stopped being so obsessed with eating healthy because of the extreme fatigue. Sometimes cooking up a healthy meal was just too much effort.
  4. Stops me from going full on work-a-holic – I have this tendency to me. But being chronically ill helps me at-least try and be a little gentle on myself. And even during stressful busy times reminds me I need to make enough time for sleep and some time for rest.
  5. More admiration for people dealing with chronic illnesses – I think before recognising that I most likely have endometriosis, upon finding out Stephanie March, Halsey, Marilyn Monroe, Lena Dunham and any of the other many woman had endometriosis I wouldn’t have cared all that much. But now, knowing the pain and as someone who likes to act, sing and dance myself I have much more admiration for these people. You have no idea how hard it is to maintain a character with chronic pain of any amount that is more than what can be ignored, let alone when you can barley walk and stand straight with the pain until you try.
  6. Allowed me to connect with people I never would have otherwise – This one is fairly self explanatory. Social media is a wonderful tool but never would I have found and connected with other ill people had I not been ill myself. Purely because I would have just lacked the ability to understand and empathise with what they were going through.
  7. Being able to raise awareness and help others – I guess in a way being chronically ill has given me an opportunity. An opportunity to tailor my career to go into medical or employment law if I so choose.  An opportunity to share information online and forever increase my own knowledge of not only my illness but also those of others.
  8. Able to see when others are suffering – I’m sure this seems a little odd but I seem to have developed some sort of a sixth sense with some people. I can see when there’s something wrong when they’re suffering. Even if no one else would pick up on that. Be that light touches to they’re lower abdomen, or stance. It may even be a change in attitude or noticing how tired they look. Sometimes there isn’t even an explainable tell and I just have a hunch.

So yes, these are the reasons why I am thankful. The lesson here is there is good in everything. Even if it doesn’t seem good.

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