We all have roles in life. Like puzzle pieces, we all connect to each other. Think of a favorite movie, novel or video game- after a while you come across a similar set of characters. You might be the party girl or guy who knows all the best bars and is the life of any gathering. You might be the prankster, always cracking or playing jokes on your family or co workers. You might be the Type A over-achiever, who’s always got something to prove, even if it’s only to yourself. You might be the hard-worked mother, the cranky moody middle child, the artistic dreamer. You might be the spooky loner that the neighborhood watch is talking about. Whether intentionally created or not, everyone has some kind of role to the people around them.
I spent a lot of time alternating between feeling sorry for myself and feeling angry at my “curse”. I let doctor’s appointments slide, pushed myself to act “normally” and more than once made myself sick. I felt like I was rebelling against a fate that had been dumped on me. I snapped at my friends and family, angry at them also for being “healthy” while I was a defect. Years went by and eventually, I got tired of being angry and pitying myself.
Probably the best general “life” advice I’ve ever gotten was from one of my favorite professors in college for a writing class.
“Cultivate your weirdness.” He had us write it in our notes (or at least I did). Doesn’t sound like most deep and profound bits of wisdom, but it really saved my mental and emotional ass when my flares got bad and even a casual stroll around the block was exhausting.