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HAWMC Day 4/5: Why?

I know, I missed yesterday. I'm sorry. But it does say in the rules that we have two free days and I had a good reason, I promise. Maybe one of these days I'll write two to make up for it.

So, back to writing. I'm going to use yesterday's prompt because I kind of love it and I've got something to say about it.

The question is: Why? Why do I feel the need to write my story? And my answer boils down to one simple answer. Because it's important for these stories to be told. It's important that there's some information out there about the day-to-day activity of living with illness. Often, when we talk about disease, we focus on research and cures and treatments. While I understand, support, and engage in these conversations, I'm far more interested in sharing experiences. I'm interested in the community that can form out of those shared experiences. I'm interested in the change that these communities and their stories can make within a larger culture. That's why I write. To be heard, but also to engage in the community of Crohn's, and hopefully to make some small change in the way our society views and engages with Crohn's.

It seems like I should have more to say. I went into this thinking that it was going to be a long, drawn out post. But I feel like that's all I need to say. I'll see you tomorrow.

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