Thank you for sharing. Receiving lower scores on a training two years ago crushed me. Before my illness had a name, it had taken a part of my identity. I could not reach compassion for myself until I was diagnosed.
Invisible illness is a profound separation from the world I still haven’t reconciled.
That is so heartbreaking—to know your capability and to see it affected by something out of your control. I’m glad that you are able to extend self-compassion, because it is not your fault. You are not alone in it ❤️🩹
You tried your best, and it is tough to navigate these situations. I am autistic and have been called cocky and arrogant by others just for celebrating my accomplishments.
Some of my friends did, and others did not! All of them know that it’s something I struggle with 24/7, but didn’t know about the extra pain in the flare that day.
Thank you for sharing. Receiving lower scores on a training two years ago crushed me. Before my illness had a name, it had taken a part of my identity. I could not reach compassion for myself until I was diagnosed.
Invisible illness is a profound separation from the world I still haven’t reconciled.
That is so heartbreaking—to know your capability and to see it affected by something out of your control. I’m glad that you are able to extend self-compassion, because it is not your fault. You are not alone in it ❤️🩹
You tried your best, and it is tough to navigate these situations. I am autistic and have been called cocky and arrogant by others just for celebrating my accomplishments.
It’s hard when others don’t truly “see” you. Sometimes, offering internal recognition can be the most helpful in those moments.
I'm curious to hear, did those watching you know you were in pain?
Some of my friends did, and others did not! All of them know that it’s something I struggle with 24/7, but didn’t know about the extra pain in the flare that day.