This is a tiny piece from my blog where i am writing essays in regards to my life and experiences. All based on actual events.

“How often are you in pain?”

She sat behind the desk and looked straight at me. I didn’t know if she was on my side or their side. I didn’t know if she even believed in my illness.

It would be the truth. I am pretty much in some sort of painful discomfort every day. I take daily pain medication to help me be more mobile but sometimes it barely scrapes the surface.

To look at me, you would have no idea that I was considered physically disabled but I am. It’s all on the inside you see, no one can see what’s actually happening to me. Many people thought I made all this up for attention. I can only prove it through the stack of medical documents I’ve gathered since my 2009 diagnosis.

Sometimes I can’t wear normal clothes because my body parts swell. Sometimes I can’t stand up because this specific part of my back will cause me two days in bed after. Sometimes, I just need to lie down and have a nap.

So, I decided to go with it.

“Pretty much everyday”

And she wrote it down in big letters. Maybe she is on my side?