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Hi everyone,
My mom told me to come here to talk because she noticed that I'm depressed and she thinks I should talk to people who know what I'm going through.
I'm not sure where to start. but I'll do my best.
I have no idea what its like to feel normal.
For as long as I can remember I have had stomach pain.
When I was little I remember laying down to get my stomach to stop hurting.
I thought it was normal, but every now and then it would hurt so bad I cried.
It stayed this way until a few years ago.
I moved out with a few friends when I was 19.
I was still having stomach problems, especially after eating.
I noticed as time went on the more I ate the worse it got.
It got so bad that I was living off Top Ramen and mashed potatoes.
I remember staying in the car when my friends would go inside a store because it would hurt my stomach to walk.
I couldn't do it.
I lost my job eventually because I couldn't work.
I was yelled at by my dad and for being lazy and being worthless and told that no girl would ever date anyone like me because I'm just worthless basically.
I found another job and got a place of my own.
But within a month of working there I was fired because I could no longer make it to work.
I lost my place and got another ear full from my dad.
I used to weigh 140 pounds, at this time I was 107 pounds. Mind you I am 5'10" tall.
I had no idea what was wrong with me.
I thought it was normal to feel like I did.
I thought I was just weak and everyone feels like I do.
My mom said I could move in with her.
I moved 3 hours away and that week we started seeing doctors.
Nobody knew what to say.
The next few weeks we kept seeing more doctors and doing more tests.
By this time I was the worst I had ever been.
I stopped eating because when I did I screamed murder at the pain it caused.
I had her neighbors coming over asking if people were hurt.
I could not handle it.
I was put on a liquid diet of broth's and Ensure's.
I was finally sent to see a specialist in Seattle.
Her name is Dr. Boden, I still see her to this day.
She was nice, but after doing MRI's, Xrays and blood tests for weeks, she gave me the worst news of my life.
Just 3 months after turning 21, which I didnt celebrate because I felt so bad, I was diagnosed with Crohns.
I had surgery 3 weeks after.
Dr Chang, who works with Dr Boden at Virginia Mason in Seattle, did my surgery. My colon was so bad that laparoscopic was not an option.
I have a 7" scar on my belly from the incision that reminds me every day of my life how bad I used to feel.
I was in the hospital for 1 week and they had me walking the day after my surgery.
I healed fine and noticed how great I felt.
I have never known how good life could be without this disease.
The pain was gone and my back felt great and I could eat solid foods without any problems.
I felt normal and started gaining weight again.
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I'm now healed and looking normal.
I'm 150 pounds and 5'11" tall.
I work for the state and have my own place again.
But I am not happy.
I seriously think I should have died 2 years ago.
Since I was in high school, I wanted to join the Air Force.
I cant with Crohns.
I cant join any branch.
They have all told me no more than once.
Dont tell me I have a good job either because I dont.
Thats no excuse for having a body that betrayed me and my life goals and wants.
I barely make enough to live off and pay my medical bills.
I feel like thats all I do.
Work, hospital, sleep, work, sleep, pay bills, work, cry, sleep, work, hospital...
I missed out on my childhood and I'm missing out on life right now as I type.
I have no money, no friends and no self confidence.
Thanks to this disease I have lost almost all my hair due to malnutrition and anemia which i just cant beat no matter what I do.
I'm depressed and I've even lost the girl who was there for me for years.
I don't know what to due anymore, but I'm sick of my life.
I cant look at myself in the mirror.
I look down when I walk.
I dont talk to anyone.
Why would any girl want to be with a guy like me?
Someone who looks horrible and barely makes enough to support himself.
I have failed at life and I am just wasting space and everyones time being here.
I have no idea what fun is.
I hate being here.
I've lost my faith in God.
I've come to the conclusion he is not real.
I prayed every day for strength and a purpose.
I'm done with life.
It wins.
I'll take the loss as usual and be miserable until my time comes for the 2nd time.
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I just had to write to get this off my chest.
Thanks to anyone who read this whole mess.
I tried to shorten it. I might write my story in more detail but I dont want to bore anyone.
My mom told me to come here to talk because she noticed that I'm depressed and she thinks I should talk to people who know what I'm going through.
I'm not sure where to start. but I'll do my best.
I have no idea what its like to feel normal.
For as long as I can remember I have had stomach pain.
When I was little I remember laying down to get my stomach to stop hurting.
I thought it was normal, but every now and then it would hurt so bad I cried.
It stayed this way until a few years ago.
I moved out with a few friends when I was 19.
I was still having stomach problems, especially after eating.
I noticed as time went on the more I ate the worse it got.
It got so bad that I was living off Top Ramen and mashed potatoes.
I remember staying in the car when my friends would go inside a store because it would hurt my stomach to walk.
I couldn't do it.
I lost my job eventually because I couldn't work.
I was yelled at by my dad and for being lazy and being worthless and told that no girl would ever date anyone like me because I'm just worthless basically.
I found another job and got a place of my own.
But within a month of working there I was fired because I could no longer make it to work.
I lost my place and got another ear full from my dad.
I used to weigh 140 pounds, at this time I was 107 pounds. Mind you I am 5'10" tall.
I had no idea what was wrong with me.
I thought it was normal to feel like I did.
I thought I was just weak and everyone feels like I do.
My mom said I could move in with her.
I moved 3 hours away and that week we started seeing doctors.
Nobody knew what to say.
The next few weeks we kept seeing more doctors and doing more tests.
By this time I was the worst I had ever been.
I stopped eating because when I did I screamed murder at the pain it caused.
I had her neighbors coming over asking if people were hurt.
I could not handle it.
I was put on a liquid diet of broth's and Ensure's.
I was finally sent to see a specialist in Seattle.
Her name is Dr. Boden, I still see her to this day.
She was nice, but after doing MRI's, Xrays and blood tests for weeks, she gave me the worst news of my life.
Just 3 months after turning 21, which I didnt celebrate because I felt so bad, I was diagnosed with Crohns.
I had surgery 3 weeks after.
Dr Chang, who works with Dr Boden at Virginia Mason in Seattle, did my surgery. My colon was so bad that laparoscopic was not an option.
I have a 7" scar on my belly from the incision that reminds me every day of my life how bad I used to feel.
I was in the hospital for 1 week and they had me walking the day after my surgery.
I healed fine and noticed how great I felt.
I have never known how good life could be without this disease.
The pain was gone and my back felt great and I could eat solid foods without any problems.
I felt normal and started gaining weight again.
--------------
I'm now healed and looking normal.
I'm 150 pounds and 5'11" tall.
I work for the state and have my own place again.
But I am not happy.
I seriously think I should have died 2 years ago.
Since I was in high school, I wanted to join the Air Force.
I cant with Crohns.
I cant join any branch.
They have all told me no more than once.
Dont tell me I have a good job either because I dont.
Thats no excuse for having a body that betrayed me and my life goals and wants.
I barely make enough to live off and pay my medical bills.
I feel like thats all I do.
Work, hospital, sleep, work, sleep, pay bills, work, cry, sleep, work, hospital...
I missed out on my childhood and I'm missing out on life right now as I type.
I have no money, no friends and no self confidence.
Thanks to this disease I have lost almost all my hair due to malnutrition and anemia which i just cant beat no matter what I do.
I'm depressed and I've even lost the girl who was there for me for years.
I don't know what to due anymore, but I'm sick of my life.
I cant look at myself in the mirror.
I look down when I walk.
I dont talk to anyone.
Why would any girl want to be with a guy like me?
Someone who looks horrible and barely makes enough to support himself.
I have failed at life and I am just wasting space and everyones time being here.
I have no idea what fun is.
I hate being here.
I've lost my faith in God.
I've come to the conclusion he is not real.
I prayed every day for strength and a purpose.
I'm done with life.
It wins.
I'll take the loss as usual and be miserable until my time comes for the 2nd time.
---------------
---------------
I just had to write to get this off my chest.
Thanks to anyone who read this whole mess.
I tried to shorten it. I might write my story in more detail but I dont want to bore anyone.