Parkinson’s can be
difficult to explain because so much of it is invisible.
People see me
standing in line at the grocery store. They see me sitting at a restaurant.
They see me walking through a parking lot.
What they don’t see
is the battle taking place underneath the surface.
They don’t see the
brain fog that makes it hard to concentrate.
They don’t see me
searching for a word that I knew perfectly well just a few seconds ago.
They don’t feel the
exhaustion that follows me around all day, even after a full night’s sleep.
They don’t feel the
stiffness, the aching muscles, the burning feet, the internal buzzing, or the
frustration of wanting my body to do something that it simply refuses to do.
Some days my feet
won’t move.
Some days my balance
disappears.
Some days my
motivation disappears.
Some days my mind
feels like it is moving through wet concrete.
Some days even my
shirt hurts.
I spend so much
energy trying to look normal that I have very little energy left for anything
else.
Sometimes I cancel
plans not because I don’t want to go, but because I simply don’t have enough
gas left in the tank.
The hardest part
isn’t always the symptoms themselves.
Sometimes it’s
carrying a burden that nobody else can see.
There are days when
my symptoms are obvious. There are other days when I look completely normal.
Those are often the
days people understand the least.
Because looking okay
and feeling okay are not always the same thing.

Keeping you in my prayers, Jo-Anne. Oh, what a constant battle you face!
ReplyDeleteFound your blog and am all caught up. Wanted to let you know. Blooger has been just awful. So glad you got a new recliner! I hope it helps with your sleep. :)
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