I’m sitting here, alone, and in pain. Once again in the familiar isolation only chronic illness can guarantee to those it afflicts.
If you have a chronic illness – endometriosis, dysautonomia, epilepsy, chronic fatigue, among others – you know this isolation. If you’re not familiar with the sting, you will one day know the pain it brings. When you suddenly realize no one around you – friends nor family – can relate to your pain, you’ll understand.
And here I sit waiting for my pain medication to work. I’m desperate. And alone.