On Brave And Reckless, guest, Ann Ber writes of invisible illness and pondering what to tell some friends.
I am sitting here with a letter addressed to some friends we haven’t seen in years. We are planning on driving out to the coast in the summer and would like to stop in to visit them. I could email them, but a letter is much more personal I think, and I know how much I enjoy receiving something other than bills in my mail box.
I completed the letter yesterday, sealed it, stamped it, and had it waiting on the edge of the counter to go out the door. But this morning I opened it again.
Do I tell them?
I am beginning to sense that my friends who know about my illness are tiring of hearing about it, but at the same time I wonder if I am being less than truthful with the friends I haven’t seen in a while if I don’t tell them. We were…
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