They see the lights on and assume everything inside must be fine.
They don’t hear the pipes rattling in the walls.
They don’t notice the cracks spreading across the foundation.
They don’t know which stairs you’re avoiding because they might not hold your weight today.
You become an expert in damage control.
You learn which rooms you can use and which ones are off limits.
You learn that fixing one leak might mean ignoring another.
You learn how to smile in the doorway while hiding the collapse happening behind it.
Some days you patch the holes well enough that nobody notices…
Because they can’t see the beams splintering beneath your feet.
Living with chronic illness is maintenance without an end date.
Repairs without recovery.
Survival work that starts the moment you wake up and follows you long after everyone else has gone to sleep.
You don’t get to step outside of it.
You don’t get to move away from it.
You don’t get to hand the keys to someone else and ask them to take over for a while.
You simply learn how to live among the ruins and call it home by Makenzie Taylor
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