One of the things I’m passionate about is empathy. People miss the true feelings of empathy. It is to feel what someone else feels or try to imagine what it’s like. I get exhausted painting pictures of what my chronic illness is like and how it affects me. When you’re constantly told that what you feel is in your head, or if you move more you will feel better,  you wish there was a real “freaky Friday experience you could put them through. Family is the worst,especially when they have been used to you handling life differently and now adjustments have to be made. Sometimes I have to keep my distance for my peace of mind. Breathe, keep doing the best you can. There is likely no end to the lack of empathy in sight but take whatever measures you can for your joy.