The Truth Behind The Photo: Life With Invisible Illness
The Truth Behind The Photo: Life With Invisible Illness
I’m in London! What? Yes that’s right… I travelled to London today and I’m writing this post to share my story as someone with invisible illness because often things don’t seem as they appear.
Anyone who knows me well will know that I have Adrenal Insufficiency along with a cohort of conditions which make me very unwell on a good day, In fact for the past 6 weeks my health as been worse than it’s been in a few years and I have been pretty much housebound apart from a few trips to the doctors and other health care professionals.
So why am I in London and how did I get here when I am apparently so unwell?. How is it I can travel to London on a train, prance around the city taking photos and eating up a storm? Well if I shared the photos I have taken it may appear that way. Hey social media is all about appearance and one could easily manipulate photos to make it look like they are having a ball travelling and enjoying the sites of London.
However here is my reality.
I needed to come to London to see a specialist. For the past few days I have been dizzy and sick and feeling exhausted. I told my husband, I don’t know if I can make it. However I put every effort to make sure I made it and took the opportunity to get here.
I was given the chance to attend a cookery class in Soho. It’s only for one hour, however it’s work, a paid partnership with a brand which covers my travel and one nights stay here in London. When your specialist is in London and there is a chance to travel down without paying for £100 tickets you take the opportunity…well I certainly do.
So last night I rested in bed, I wanted to pack but was too tired. I went to bed. In the morning, I decided to just take a handbag. I packed my medication, diary, laptop and a set of thin clothes for night. I knew I would not have the strength to pull a suitcase so I packed light.
John dropped me off at the train station. I got on the train and rested in the seat for 40 minutes. I made the three minute switch at Manchester to the London train and rested once more. I couldn’t sleep but I was quite comfortable and travelling in first class.
I like first class, my ticket to London was first class which meant I was given a meal and orange juice, I also got a water bottle and some snack which kept me going until I arrived in London at 3.30 in the afternoon.
I always stay in the same YHA hostel which is about a 4 minute walk from the train station. I was tired and dizzy but their is a bench part way and I took a break to manage the distance.
I arrived at the YHA, checked in and found my bed. I hopped into bed and slept for a good 4 hours. At 8pm I woke up. Feeling a little refreshed I checked my emails and social media. I then went to get some dinner.
Their are three places I can eat when I go to the YHA, Pizza express, A Pub or Pret A Manger. These buildings are literally next door to the building I am staying and don’t require a long walk. I’m doing weight watchers or at least trying so I bypass Pizza Express and the pub and visit Pret, which is my favourite.
I stop to take a photo of myself in London. A picture can be so deceiving I think to myself. If I told friends or others on social media that I was in London and shared this photo, they would assume I am well and having a fab break. It put’s me off. Sometimes people don’t understand through lack of experience I guess but I choose not to share my location on Facebook out of fear of being misjudged.
I arrive at Pret A Manger just before close. Most of the food options are gone, but I find a tasty soup, a drink and a sandwich. The guy at the checkout gives me a muffin “on this house” which was an act of kindness I appreciated.
I quickly go back to the YHA and find a table to eat. It’s 9pm and I am ready to eat. Again I take a photo of the tasty food. Again I think about being judged. If I shared my meal on Facebook, people might think, “I thought she was doing Weight Watchers”. Why has she got a muffin? That’s a lot of food for someone who has had a gastric bypass. My anxiety and fear of what others think is getting the better of me. I take a photo anyway.
I have the soup for dinner and plan to save the sandwich for later, but I am still hungry and manage to eat the whole thing. The meal was great and cost a little over £7. So far I have spent £7 in London. I sit and begin to write this entry for my blog.
I will be going back to sleep soon. I still haven’t told anyone I am in London, except my VA who helps me with keeping my blog afloat. Tomorrow, I check out at 10am. I will attend a one hour cooking class and then go to an appointment. I’ll then get back on the train and make my journey home.
What will people think when I share that I have been in London? How will they react I ask myself. Will I be judged? Will people say, she must not be as unwell as she says she is? Well maybe they will or maybe they won’t. I guess with invisible illness comes judgement and when you put yourself out there you open yourself up to criticism and talk.
At the end of the day I have done what I had to do to continue the process of being treated for my health condition. Yes I have had a nice meal, travelled on a train and slept a lot in a YHA hostel but it was all for the purpose of improving my health.
People will see a photo and make assumptions. It’s the story we choose to share and the truths we tell that open one’s eyes. I felt it was important to share my truth and here it is. I am unwell and yes I am in London but things are not as they may always seem.