Whenever it hits me I plummet into a darkness which is very hard to climb out of.
I usually do and it doesn't always take days but it does floor me, make me feel sorry for myself, make me feel alienated.
I feel dirty and unworthy of spending time with others since I won't be able to do what they're doing without consequence, or complaint, or general pain.
My partner accepts me. She encourages me when I'm down and when I feel like the only success I could have that day is get partially dressed and perhaps make dinner. She acts like it's the best thing I could ever have done.
I doubt myself because I don't know how it will become.
I'm only twenty-six and, at times, I find myself in a similar state of health as my 74+ parents.
Weed helps a lot with the pain. Inflammation subsides and it really takes your mind off it as you wander on to other subjects. Time passes quicker too and I'm able to eat where normally I wouldn't want to look at food.
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm scared.
I'm scared that the disease will deteriorate over time. I'm scared of developing arthritis or cancer.
I'm scared of having days where I'm floored without warning and where I find myself at a loss for words to explain to others what I'm feeling.
I don't want pity but I seek empathy.
This thing really pushes you to feel alone.
I usually do and it doesn't always take days but it does floor me, make me feel sorry for myself, make me feel alienated.
I feel dirty and unworthy of spending time with others since I won't be able to do what they're doing without consequence, or complaint, or general pain.
My partner accepts me. She encourages me when I'm down and when I feel like the only success I could have that day is get partially dressed and perhaps make dinner. She acts like it's the best thing I could ever have done.
I doubt myself because I don't know how it will become.
I'm only twenty-six and, at times, I find myself in a similar state of health as my 74+ parents.
Weed helps a lot with the pain. Inflammation subsides and it really takes your mind off it as you wander on to other subjects. Time passes quicker too and I'm able to eat where normally I wouldn't want to look at food.
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm scared.
I'm scared that the disease will deteriorate over time. I'm scared of developing arthritis or cancer.
I'm scared of having days where I'm floored without warning and where I find myself at a loss for words to explain to others what I'm feeling.
I don't want pity but I seek empathy.
This thing really pushes you to feel alone.