Here is another one of my journal entries from the past. If you read the last one, which was from 2013, you’ll notice that I was happy about not having a sickle cell crisis since 2011. This entry I’m posting comes right after the worst crisis that I ever had in 2015. I had also split with the girl I spoke about in the previous entry at this time. It shows how much life changes within a couple of years.
Journal Entry: Wednesday, May 27th, 2015
Nobody understands what it’s like to live with sickle cell.
Even when I feel no pain, I suffer with it every day. Growing up with pains that no other child understood made me keep my distance from people. I kept myself to myself because nobody knew my suffering.
Being a loner made me incredibly self-aware. To the point that I’ve become awkward socially. I’m always second-guessing myself, and it’s ruined my self-confidence.
Now, to make things worse, I have a boss that I feel doesn’t believe that I suffer. I almost died this year, and he makes me feel bad because I missed two months of work.