Why I Wish You Wouldn’t Tell Me How Much You Worry About Me and My Health
Dear friends and family,
I know how much you worry about me, but please don’t tell me.
It’s not that I’m not grateful for your concern; in fact, I appreciate it more than you can know. The problem is when you say those particular words to me, I feel the weight of your worry, and it hurts to recognize that it’s my fault you have to carry it. When you tell me how much you worry, I feel like a burden to you, and as a person with chronic illness, I already feel like a burden most of the time.
In other words, I worry and stress and fret about making you worry and stress and fret.
I know I may sound selfish, but I’m asking that rather than telling me how much you worry about me, you support me with comments to which I wouldn’t naturally and logically respond with, “I’m sorry.”
Instead, tell me:
1. I’ve been thinking about you.
2. I’m here for you whenever you need me.
3. I’ve been praying for you.
4. I hope you find relief soon.
5. I’ll love you always — no matter what.
My response to these comments would be a heartfelt “Thank you” instead of an apologetic “I’m sorry.”
Thank you so much for supporting me and for loving me, but please don’t tell me you worry for me — even when you do.
All my love,
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