Today I got a message telling me I’m a “boring bitch” and to “just delete my profile already”.
Now. I get how my life can seem boring from the outside. I spend most of my time either on the couch or in bed because chronic pain means I have to do some hardcore prioritisation of what to do with my limited energy.
I have to live life at slower speed than what most people do (the fact that a lot of people could benefit from slowing down too is a different story).
And importantly, a life that looks exciting from the outside vs one that feels meaningful from the inside is not the same. I’ll pick the latter any day.
The list of topics and ideas of what I want to write about and share online is a lot longer than the list of what I’ve actually written in the past year (I’m not happy about that, but I also have to respect my body’s limits and my priorities).
But that’s not the same as me having absolutely nothing to offer, that my voice doesn’t matter, and to justify cutting off my lifeline to the outside world on bad pain days. That’s just absurd.
I’m grateful for the community I get to connect with online, and grateful that the kind and respectful messages vastly outnumber the mean-spirited ones. 💕
(This post was originally published on Instagram January 8th 2020)