Hannah
Member
- Joined
- Dec 24, 2014
- Messages
- 15
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 12/2014
- Country
- US
- State
- AR
Is life really this hard?! Do you go around feeling cute puppies, and smiling sunflowers? Where did the simple times go? Where did the direction manual go? There use to be a joy at waking up. The nice routines of a morning. Talking to your young children who were happy to see you. Catching a couple kisses from your true love. Heading out to a job that was challenging yet rewarding. You made a difference. Around the dinner table everyone was happy to share about their day. Put the kids to bed and get a quicky in the shower. What happened to love being enough and it could be counted on?
Now my day revolves around dealing with pain. Getting out of bed by 9 :30am is a great feeling and is a great way to start the day. My husband is lucky if I am coherent enough to wake up at 4am to help get him out the door. I look at the pile of laundry ever getting better. We have switched over to paper plates long a go. Is it time for another pain pill? Please let my pill box say it is. What happened to days of friends? The majority of them I don't even bother calling. It's to much effort. What would you say anyway? I feel like crap and they just say vet dressed and go for a walk and you''ll feel better. Or you look fine. My only friends are the ones I find right here. My husband cones home to a dirty house. And me stoned. My son was taken away to his biological father because I became to sick to care for him. I feel so worthless. And the sad thing is I am alone in this, my husband doesn't get it. He has been better here lately. You can expect to much from a guy that works 10 plus hours a day. The guilt for me is crushing.
Any thoughts? I would love to have some feed back.
Thanks.
Now my day revolves around dealing with pain. Getting out of bed by 9 :30am is a great feeling and is a great way to start the day. My husband is lucky if I am coherent enough to wake up at 4am to help get him out the door. I look at the pile of laundry ever getting better. We have switched over to paper plates long a go. Is it time for another pain pill? Please let my pill box say it is. What happened to days of friends? The majority of them I don't even bother calling. It's to much effort. What would you say anyway? I feel like crap and they just say vet dressed and go for a walk and you''ll feel better. Or you look fine. My only friends are the ones I find right here. My husband cones home to a dirty house. And me stoned. My son was taken away to his biological father because I became to sick to care for him. I feel so worthless. And the sad thing is I am alone in this, my husband doesn't get it. He has been better here lately. You can expect to much from a guy that works 10 plus hours a day. The guilt for me is crushing.
Any thoughts? I would love to have some feed back.
Thanks.