To be the first one to do something so I thought why not post here. Hello. I have a physical illness.. it's an autoimmune disease. It sort of defines my life. You wouldn't recognize me before I had this illness, I mean mentally, you wouldn't know who I was or that me, who is typing this now was her... who I used to be. Who I used to be was invulnerable or so I thought. No one could hurt me, nothing could touch me. I was idealistic... hopeful.
But it is one big fat cosmic joke that the enemy that is literally killing me, is intangible, not fightable. I use my mind to fight my battles most days. Mind over matter. I'm alright. I'm okay. It's not that bad today. You're still in there. Don't think about the pain. About the way it's warped who you are. Remember who you were. Try to be good... most of all I tell myself to remember to feel emotions. Emotions instead of anger and stress. Don't snap at people. Don't hate them for being healthy.
Hate eats you up. Don't let the illness take away your soul.. if you believe in that sort of thing. That's what I tell myself.
I wonder if anyone else who has a chronic illness doesn't feel like themselves anymore? Do you feel the illness has eaten up who you were and built you up a different way, as a different person? Do you feel weird hanging out with normal people? They don't understand why you may be quiet, why you may be grimacing.
In relationships... perhaps it is not the same physically.
Do you miss yourself so goddamn much? Do you seek out who you once were, trying to obtain and maintain bits of yourself? Do you sense things the same way you used to? The touch of a soft pillow. The cold air at night.. or has pain warped it all? I wonder...
I wonder if it's possible to retain an inkling of who you once were. I seek hope in these questions... but the truth is I am fast running out of hope. Everyday I ponder suicide and the date gets closer and closer. I struggle with it, pushing and pulling it away. But it is always on my mind. The thing with a physical illness is your mental health doesn't get to escape it. It consumes all of you...
-Brittany
But it is one big fat cosmic joke that the enemy that is literally killing me, is intangible, not fightable. I use my mind to fight my battles most days. Mind over matter. I'm alright. I'm okay. It's not that bad today. You're still in there. Don't think about the pain. About the way it's warped who you are. Remember who you were. Try to be good... most of all I tell myself to remember to feel emotions. Emotions instead of anger and stress. Don't snap at people. Don't hate them for being healthy.
Hate eats you up. Don't let the illness take away your soul.. if you believe in that sort of thing. That's what I tell myself.
I wonder if anyone else who has a chronic illness doesn't feel like themselves anymore? Do you feel the illness has eaten up who you were and built you up a different way, as a different person? Do you feel weird hanging out with normal people? They don't understand why you may be quiet, why you may be grimacing.
In relationships... perhaps it is not the same physically.
Do you miss yourself so goddamn much? Do you seek out who you once were, trying to obtain and maintain bits of yourself? Do you sense things the same way you used to? The touch of a soft pillow. The cold air at night.. or has pain warped it all? I wonder...
I wonder if it's possible to retain an inkling of who you once were. I seek hope in these questions... but the truth is I am fast running out of hope. Everyday I ponder suicide and the date gets closer and closer. I struggle with it, pushing and pulling it away. But it is always on my mind. The thing with a physical illness is your mental health doesn't get to escape it. It consumes all of you...
-Brittany