So happy Women’s Day for yesterday!
I was raised by an incredibly strong, independent mother. My parents had a very messy divorce when I was 10 years old. My mum got full custody, but I still saw my dad once a month for a weekend.
My mum got involved in numerous volatile relationships, but always managed. Eventually we moved from our home town in Namibia, to Johannesburg, South Africa. I was miserable, and always sick. Doctors diagnosed me by saying it’s only growing pains and largely due to my vegetarian diet (I became full vegan at 26). Of course now we know better and it was a load of rubbish. I was always sick. One semester I was off school for 30 days, but still it was all blamed on my diet. Small town meat eater mentality.
My mum was very tough on me, especially when I was sick. She was raised that unless you are half dead, you do not miss school. I think eventually she just gave up with that.
Chronic Illness sufferers are strong. Very strong. Every day most of us get out of bed, put our big girl panties on and go to work. People don’t see what is happening on the inside and the pain we are constantly in.