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I am sick. Definitely. Even if I don't look like I am to others. As much as I wouldn't like to be.
From just a teensy-weensy prick that keeps on bothering me, to every part of my body constantly aching and getting weaker, until it feels like I could just explode from too much excruciation.
But, regardless how run-down and exhausted I feel, I realized that also live in GUILT.
I'm beating myself up on the inside.
I feel guilty that I cannot do my job well, like I'm expected to. I feel guilty that I can no longer do the things that I used to. I feel guilty that I cannot be there with the people I love as often as I did before. I feel guilty that I turn my friends down most of the time and barely see them. I feel guilty that my partner has to see in me in pain, deal with my symptoms and my grumpy attitude when I'm not feeling well.
Nonetheless, I have to let go because IT'S NOT MY FAULT.