No one wants to be the sickly friend. You know, the one who is always sick, always at the doctor, always dealing with something. While I’m so blessed not to have anything majorly wrong with me, I’m definitely the sickly friend in my group. Since I was little I’ve had just weird health. I have weird allergies, weird stomach aches, and migraines. I was the kid who got whatever cold/flu was going around. As I got into my late teens we added kidney stones to that mix. That’s not to paint me as a pity story, but just to give you a sense of what goes on in my life.
One thing that I’ve always been grateful for is friends that understand this weirdness of my life. They continue to invite me to things despite my 50/50 chance of being there. They will opt to stay in and watch movies in my house while I recover from a surgery. They are the kind of friends that remind me it’s okay to be me and I’m still worthy of love, which is honestly hard to remember when you feel like you cause so many cancellations.
These friends don’t give up on me. They’re my lifeline. I know the sacrifices they make to keep our friendship strong and I’m so grateful. So as a sickly friend, I just want to say thank you to all of you that keep inviting us to things and keep allowing space, because I know so many that are struggling worse than me and feel even more alone. At the end of the day, we know that it can come across as unbalanced but you’ll never understand the light you give to us in those dark days simply by not giving up on us.