There are both grand and trite lessons one learns with a chronic illness.
I know they mean well. Indeed I do, but a pit of rage boils inside of me whenever I have a “flare up,” and it’s immediately put on trial. It strikes a chord because I’m constantly battling with diabetes and sometimes need to vent without the side of judgment. After all, having a chronic illness is hard. It also strikes a chord in my loved ones because they want me to be okay, and can’t grapple with the fact that’s not just a simple way for that to happen.