, guilt seems to be the best buddy of a chronic illness. I struggle with it from time to time. Even though my husband, family and friends tell me that they understand why I might have to change plans at the last minute or not cook a meal as often as I used to, I still feel the sting of the guilt.
I manage my feelings by acknowledging them to myself and in this community (guilt is understood here), and then I do my best to let them go. I imagine guilt as a smelly house guest that wants to move in. And I tell it to go away 😀
My husband is so helpful. Too helpful sometimes. I remind him that I have to keep trying to do things, even if its at a slow pace. It's important for me to stay involved in my life.
I've always been a list maker. I have learned to be gracious with myself if I don't get things done when I think they should get done. That was hard for me because I can be my own worst enemy. But after decades with this illness, I am getting better at being good to myself.
Treat yourself gently and kindly. You're worth it!