I love comic books. When I was a kid (a long time ago), a great weekend meant…a quiet room, a bologna sandwich on white Wonder Bread and a comic book. I’m going to admit a couple of things to you. I had a crush on dopey black-haired Jughead, I wanted to be friends with Richie Rich, and I thought Lil Lulu was kinda cool…oh, and I definitely wanted powers like the Invisible Woman. Unfortunately, Jughead never called, Richie played with his cousin Reggie and Lulu only wanted to hang out with Tubby. However, and (oddly enough), I DID become the Invisible Woman! Imagine that…out of all the characters that filled my weekends…I got to be the ONE with superpowers! Wow, not too shabby, huh? I mean the power of invisibility, come on, that’s pretty darn cool, right? After all, with THAT power, I could sneak up on ANYBODY even the President of the United States, although I don’t know how much fun that would be, seriously. But, don’t be jealous though, because I’m only invisible when it comes to my chronic illness.
I appear to be happy and healthy.
So no one sees me.
I don’t show any signs of illness unless you see the small bump that my medi-port makes under my skin.
I look too well.
Sometimes, I wish I could go back to the days when life was simple…and I was visible.
Digestive disorders are often undiagnosed and can’t be seen.
Trust me; we that have invisible illnesses don’t want to be super heroes.
Seriously, we don’t want to sneak up on people.
Or spy on the President
Or even save the world
Sometimes, we just want to be ourselves…
And just be seen
And, you know something?
The more I think about that…that’s pretty-
Remember when you ate a glass Christmas ornament that cut the inside of your throat all the way down? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when that rusty nail went through your foot and you fell into the metal fan that cut your eye open? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when you got Mono and had to miss recess for half of the school year? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when you failed your driving times three times before barely passing the last one? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when he didn’t ask you out? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when you had to make the decision to let your dog of 17 years finally go to sleep? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when you started a fire accidentally and couldn’t move due to fear? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when you cried when you lost what you didn’t even know had? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Remember when you knew something was wrong? Surgery after surgery? Don’t worry. It gets better.
Trust me. At the time, you will think that this is the worse thing that could ever happen to you, but know that there will be other moments that will take its place. You will survive them and become stronger because of them.