By La Trecia aka ReikiRaEss
🪞 Reflection: As I watched the news about the Alabama teen who survived a shark attack, I was struck by how society views disability. This young teen lost a hand and an entire leg, now replaced with prosthetics 🦿, and still—she stood on the green, swinging her golf club with strength and grace. Her resilience is incredible, and I honor her journey.
But here’s the part nobody wants to talk about: all disabilities are not the same.
When the world can see your scars, your missing limb, your crutches, people cheer. But when you live with invisible conditions—fibromyalgia, lupus, MS, depression—the applause is silent. The compassion is thin. The value placed on your recovery is next to none.
The Weight of What You Can’t See
Each day I wake up with fibro, I’m reminded that healing doesn’t always look like a triumphant return to the spotlight. Some days, it looks like:
- Cooking for my family while my body feels like it’s moving through molasses.
- Thinking past the brain fog to homeschool my children.
- Choosing intimacy with my husband, even when pain whispers not tonight.
- Writing words that carry my spirit forward, even when my hands ache.
That doesn’t look like golf tournaments or national headlines. But it is survival. It is victory. It is healing, in motion.
The Truth About Invisible Disabilities
Living with fibro is like carrying a suitcase nobody else can see. Folks will look at you and say, “But you don’t look sick.” They’ll assume laziness, weakness, or lack of willpower. What they don’t see is the quiet battle: the 3 AM flares, the tears behind closed doors, the exhaustion after doing something as simple as folding laundry. (which 3 has passed and the folding isn’t on the calendar for tomorrow either)
It’s not just pain. It’s the erasure of being unseen.
Claiming My Power Anyway
And yet, every single day, I choose to rise. Alicia Keys said it best: “Even when I’m a mess, I still put on a vest with an S on my chest.” That’s Super Woman energy. ✨
My cape isn’t flashy. It’s woven with resilience, motherhood, marriage, writing, and faith. It’s stitched together with Reiki sessions, moon rituals, and daily affirmations that whisper:
“My strength is not always visible, but it is always valid.”
“Even in pain, I am whole and radiant.”
This is not about comparison. It’s about recognition. The world needs to understand that invisible doesn’t mean imaginary.
Takeaway for My Sisters
To my fellow fibro warriors, spoonies, and invisible disability queens: your journey is valid. Your labor is sacred. You are not less because the world doesn’t clap for you.
To the loved ones watching us: please honor what you can’t see. Trust when we say we’re tired. Believe us when we say we hurt. Celebrate our quiet victories the same way you would celebrate a comeback story on the evening news.
Because every day we rise, it’s not just survival. It’s proof that Super Women are real—and sometimes, our crowns are invisible too. 👑
✨ Closing:
Drop a 🦋 in the comments if you live with an invisible condition or love someone who does. Let’s remind the world: we are here, we are valid, and we are thriving even in silence.
With love, light, and Positive Inner-G,
La Trecia, aka Reiki RaEss
Certified Reiki Master Teacher | Journal Therapy Coach | Positive Inner-G Coach
Founder of Something NuBian, Custom Planner 4U, & Alluvial Business Consulting
🌿 Helping melanated women bloom + prosper through sacred structure, ancestral alignment, and moon phase healing.
✨ Infused with Reiki for your highest good. If you’re open to receive, simply say: “I receive this Positive Inner-G in divine alignment.” Asé.
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