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Time Off

  • Writer: Heather Smith
    Heather Smith
  • Mar 17
  • 1 min read

I filled out the forms.

I sent the e-mails.

Denied.

Every Time.

Chronic illness doesn't understand.

By the world's standards I am unemployed.

But my reality is that I can never take off.

Yes, there are good days, but they are days not weeks not months.

I am not alone.

There are millions of us.

Misunderstood.

Overlooked.

Forgotten.

Just longing for some time off.


By: Heather Alaine Smith

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