We all know misery loves company, right? Well somehow Mr. Misery failed to send out the invitations when he RSVP’d solo to set up camp inside your nerves. Yet there he sits, letting pain steadily build barriers between you and the rest of the world.
Soon understanding fades from even your nearest and dearest. We see you isolation 👀 - creeping in on misery’s coat tails, every bit the party crasher.
It's a backward big bang where your universe contracts rather than expands after a diagnosis. Life with limitations means people without chronic issues easily breeze on while your orbit decays. Their texts go unanswered as bad flare days demand recovery.
Invites are declined to avoid suffering through events or being that wet blanket in the corner. Fun falls off calendars when early bedtimes beckon. Before long it’s just you, your pyjamas and favourite heating pad or ice pack.
This you friends?
We get that isolation isn’t usually a choice. Even with all your best sociable efforts, this unfair infiltrator finds ways to sever ties.
But what if we told you connection remains possible - and vital - on this journey?
That just because Mr. Misery’s permanent address may read “your nervous system”, his shady friend "isolation" need not rake out the guest room too. That beyond those shrinking walls lies a vibrant realm of mutually marked maps guiding fellow pain pilgrims.
What if tools exist to unravel the pull-chain on isolation’s dark cloak, revealing your light still shines? (It's coming my friends)
All is not lost to remoteness unless you stop believing camaraderie can grow in the most fertility-challenged landscapes. Even cacti needle towards each other to whisper “me too” tales of surviving the desert dryness. Why should your prickly path disallow bonding over the dust-choked road less travelled?
Humour, empathy and wisdom take root in hardship's soil. So shake off assumptions that the company avoids your address. Meet us here instead - where connections blossom unlikely yet enduring.
Let your invitation start a chain reaction welcoming far flung friends collected along isolation’s outskirts. Hardship makes the most heroic gardeners. Why not grow a flower bed of community in adversity’s yard?
This soil welcomes everyone’s roots.
The door’s open friends. Leave isolation on the front step as you step in. The party of pain pals goes on here. We saved you a seat (with lumbar support).