Please take a moment to read this, and feel free to share it if you’d like … June 6th was Invisible Illness Day. I meant to post this then, but I was too sick to do so.


Picture me. I’m sick. How do I look to you? Tall, short; plump, skinny? Do I have brown eyes, or blue? Curly hair or straight? Do I smile? Have I got an accent? Picture me in your mind and tell me what stands out to you.

Now – let me tell you who I am. I’m the person who served you your dinner last week. The woman you talked to in line at the grocery store. I’m the person sitting next to you on the bus and the boy on your child’s soccer team. I’m the regular at the coffee shop – large soy chai, with whip, please! I’m the person in the car next to you. I’m your refrigerator repair man and your babysitter.

Let me tell you who I really am – I’m chronically ill and I don’t look sick. I battle an invisible illness every single day. I may not appear to be sick to you, and that’s ok, but only if you promise me right now that you’ll treat the people around you with as much respect as you would a book. Don’t judge me by my cover.

Did me telling you that I was sick make a difference in how I appeared in your mind? It shouldn’t have. I look just like everybody else.


I wrote this one night when I was feeling really down. The words flowed out of me a passion I hadn’t felt in a while. All I ask of you is to think. Think about this. It’s important to me, and to the thousands of other people out there who are sick every day and doing their best to live their lives to the fullest.