MissSpunky
Member
- Joined
- Jan 20, 2014
- Messages
- 15
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 00/0000
- Country
- US
- State
- state
I have been living in a tight knit community for almost four years. The fact that I feel so desperate right now for support and am turning to the internet angers me. I wish there was a better undertanding of chronic illnesses out there. People have no freakn clue. It is so hard.
I am sick of being told that I just need to go to therapy, see a better psychiatrist, it is my anxiety and so forth. As much as I beleive in taking a psycological theraputic path to healing my physical illness there is something so invalidating in hearing it so constantly.
I feel like I am having a meltdown. I have been pulling my hair from my head. I am at my last nerve. I don't evenn want to cry anymore because it brings an ashthma attack snd sometimes I am too weak to inhale my medicine properly so I have to use my inhaler like 5 times until I actually find the strenth to inhale it so I can breathe again. And then pass out depending on how weak I was and how much effort I was using to inhale...
And of course this is just one of the many things.
I called an ambulance last night because I couldn't breathe and my inhaler wasn't doing much. Of course I have trouble breathing all the time when the pain exelerates. The pain is bad so I am constantly panting (really I try not to pant so I won't seem like a thirsty dog!:shock
Anyways the emt guy tells me that I don't look like I am having trouble breathing...
Usually I wouldn't pay much mind, I find these comments to come from uneducated people and their lack of education does not reflect on my truthfullness yet their ignorance. But last night the comment hurt. I have been getting it a lot lately.
The pain, the illnesses are getting to me. It has gotten to a point where "Death seems like the brighter option" (me). I am not saying that I am contemplating suicide, just that life is so bad right now that death seems like an amazing option. All my dreams have been shattered with this harsh reality. I want to get my BA, but not like this.
It has all been catching up with me and I feel like I am at my last thread. I am so desperate for support and reliefe at this point that I would do almost anything to get it. And that is saying a lot.
I wrote this poem last night
Why do I feel so alone
Among a world filled with people?
Why am I scared to utter
My vulnerability
When my rights have been stripped from myself?
To see ignorant minds
Is a blow of a harsh reality to my fragile heart.
My being is a stranger to thyself
And a pathological liar to the uneducated.
Doctors stream in and out of my life.
They touch my body, mess with my heart, and erupt a volcano of frustration inside this already fragile body of mine.
I am sick of being told that I just need to go to therapy, see a better psychiatrist, it is my anxiety and so forth. As much as I beleive in taking a psycological theraputic path to healing my physical illness there is something so invalidating in hearing it so constantly.
I feel like I am having a meltdown. I have been pulling my hair from my head. I am at my last nerve. I don't evenn want to cry anymore because it brings an ashthma attack snd sometimes I am too weak to inhale my medicine properly so I have to use my inhaler like 5 times until I actually find the strenth to inhale it so I can breathe again. And then pass out depending on how weak I was and how much effort I was using to inhale...
And of course this is just one of the many things.
I called an ambulance last night because I couldn't breathe and my inhaler wasn't doing much. Of course I have trouble breathing all the time when the pain exelerates. The pain is bad so I am constantly panting (really I try not to pant so I won't seem like a thirsty dog!:shock
Anyways the emt guy tells me that I don't look like I am having trouble breathing...
Usually I wouldn't pay much mind, I find these comments to come from uneducated people and their lack of education does not reflect on my truthfullness yet their ignorance. But last night the comment hurt. I have been getting it a lot lately.
The pain, the illnesses are getting to me. It has gotten to a point where "Death seems like the brighter option" (me). I am not saying that I am contemplating suicide, just that life is so bad right now that death seems like an amazing option. All my dreams have been shattered with this harsh reality. I want to get my BA, but not like this.
It has all been catching up with me and I feel like I am at my last thread. I am so desperate for support and reliefe at this point that I would do almost anything to get it. And that is saying a lot.
I wrote this poem last night
Why do I feel so alone
Among a world filled with people?
Why am I scared to utter
My vulnerability
When my rights have been stripped from myself?
To see ignorant minds
Is a blow of a harsh reality to my fragile heart.
My being is a stranger to thyself
And a pathological liar to the uneducated.
Doctors stream in and out of my life.
They touch my body, mess with my heart, and erupt a volcano of frustration inside this already fragile body of mine.