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Thank you all for your comments on my last post. 🙂  I appreciate each and every one of them, and I feel better knowing that I’m not the only one who takes criticism too harshly!

Gone With the Wind author Margaret Mitchell says it all.

At the same time, I can’t help but feel like I’m not good enough.  I work so hard, but I feel like every little mistake I make is magnified an enormous amount.  I’m a forgetful person. I get tired easily.  I don’t let these limitations stop me, and I don’t use them as an excuse, but sometimes I really want to.

I’m sorry I didn’t respond to your email right after you sent it, I was asleep because my energy is usually all used up by 11 pm.

I’m sorry I’m doing my homework now instead of going to a party, I don’t know if I’ll feel sick tomorrow so I need to use the time I have to get my work done.

I’m sorry I didn’t come to that meeting, I wasn’t feeling well and my mind doesn’t work correctly when that happens.

It’s quite frustrating, but I’m always skeptical about asking for help.  There is nothing I can do about it, and I feel like I’m not sick enough to actually be needy.

Stress less:)

Little mistakes and inconveniences like these are why I really dislike having a chronic condition.  I am so fortunate to have a loving family, amazing friends, incredible doctors, and a relatively mild case of postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome that responds well to medication.  When it comes down to it, I’m just a normal person dealing with the same stuff that all normal people deal with.  My “stuff” is just a little different.  I don’t expect empathy from others.  I don’t expect special accommodations.  I’m incredibly stubborn, but it’s hard to be stubborn when you don’t always feel in control of your own body.

I’m not perfect and I know that.  I just don’t like telling people that I can’t do something, nor do I like telling them that I didn’t do something.  But sometimes it’s inevitable.  I’m not incompetent.  I am different.  And that’s okay.