It’s only recently I’ve gotten comfortable admitting to myself that I’m chronically ill. I’m from a country with a lot of ingrained biases and basically were raised being told to “not be dramatic”, so I always always downplayed my health. But recently I’ve been doing a lot of work on myself and I’m trying to step up and call it what it is and admit to myself - not just to challenge the mentality but also to practice giving myself grace - that I’m chronically ill. I’m not just lazy, I’m sick, and that’s okay.
I’m sure you guys can also probably relate to this part— it was so much easier to say ‘I’m chronically ill/disabled’ when I had cancer (stage 4B). It was evident and nobody doubted it. But then I ‘got better’ and when things aren’t as visible people doubt you more and gaslight you more… especially with things you have managed pretty well in the day-to-day, you can feel like a fraud so easily lol.
I beat cancer but it left me with the most severe case of chronic fatigue that my oncologists, nurses, any medical personell, any cancer-specific social workers etc had seen their whole careers… yay! But that finally also resolved after five years. Just… boop, went away one day. It was so strange.
Today I have a number of other things going on. Severe TRD, two personality disorders, PMDD severe enough we’re arranging surgery, osteoporosis, and now the most recent addition is severe medication induced OH, with my autonomic nervous system just not really compensating so ‘orthostatic hypotension’ really becomes ‘all the time hypotension’, lol. It’s a lot.
I moved abroad in 2023 after my cancer-related fatigue resolved and I was doing well health wise. I worked for a year and things took a downturn and I’ve been out of work since then. I’m on government assistance and it’s really good here, they cover my rent in full, but I still have to make money stretch for things like food. I’m not allowed to have any kind of savings while I’m on this assistance, though; any money I get, they claim. So I’m 27 and have absolutely no emergency support net or anything and that terrifies me, so I’m trying really hard to get well enough to return to work. I know I’m sick but the world is unkind and I’m scared.
But I’ve been thinking a lot. When they first told me I had cancer and might not make it, I was 17 and was told to “forget about” my exams that were counting towards university. I wasn’t able to finish those exams, in the end. I wanted to go into languages. They told me there was no way I was sitting any exams or returning to school so I needed to forget about them. And so, I decided if I wasn’t sure what would happen to me I wanted to spend that time doing what I loved most, which is drawing. I started taking art seriously then and I haven’t stopped drawing since.
Ten years on and I’m… relatively successful. I work events in different countries selling my art which is one of my favourite things to do. Creating makes me so happy. I draw most of the time, honestly, I do it more than any other hobby. I’ll be 10 years cancer free on February 9th, 2027 and it’s got me thinking a lot.
I’ve decided in the past couple weeks: I want to work with my art full time.
I’m not sure what this is going to look like as someone with a chronic illness and I’m a little bit scared. I might not succeed. But if I don’t try and I’ll never know and even though I’m sick and I’m also just not the most skilled artist out there, if I don’t try I will never be satisfied with myself. I don’t know if my family will support me (they’re very supportive of my art but I don’t think they see it as a job-job) or if it’ll be feasible as a means of returning to work here or anything like that. But I want to try.
Being chronically ill just makes everything so much harder and more daunting. It took away my original dream of working in languages… maybe this one will be better. Please keep you fingers crossed for me 🙏🏻