D
Done_Surviving
Student
- Sep 17, 2023
- 105
Back when the first symptoms of Fibromialgia started to come up, I, like any dumbass would started to look up the symptoms in google. And I'm sorry to say this, and I don't mean to offend or undermine anyone who is actually sick or has had sick loved ones. But I would be lying if I said that it didn't give me a little bit of hope the possibility to have something terminal. Like cancer, lupus, or organ failure, anything that could put me on an early grave. I thought it was a blessing, I thought that God had finally heard my prays and decided to kill me.
But then they gave me my actual diagnosis, and it broke me down emotionally. I never said this out loud, but the reason why it was such an emotional punch was not because I was going to have to live with chronic pain and fatigue, it was because the disease wasn't going to kill me.
I was, and have the missfortune of having to feel my muscles aching, feeling as if they were being stabbed or electrocuted, feeling as though I was walking on iron nails. And a fatigue that makes my eyesight blurry and different migraines come and go through the day, as well as bowel and kidney problems. But none of it is going to kill me. I have the missfortune of dragging my stupid body around while it's going through an illness that a lot of doctors don't even think it's real.
Last year my grandma had a heart surgery that had some complications (she's fine now don't worry) And I know I sound like a horrible person, but I would watch her laying down on the hospital bed wishing it was me. Wishing I was the one whose body was finally given up. Wishing I had the chance to stop clinging on to life and just die. I've never said this to anyone, not even my therapist. So I'm sorry for venting out here
But then they gave me my actual diagnosis, and it broke me down emotionally. I never said this out loud, but the reason why it was such an emotional punch was not because I was going to have to live with chronic pain and fatigue, it was because the disease wasn't going to kill me.
I was, and have the missfortune of having to feel my muscles aching, feeling as if they were being stabbed or electrocuted, feeling as though I was walking on iron nails. And a fatigue that makes my eyesight blurry and different migraines come and go through the day, as well as bowel and kidney problems. But none of it is going to kill me. I have the missfortune of dragging my stupid body around while it's going through an illness that a lot of doctors don't even think it's real.
Last year my grandma had a heart surgery that had some complications (she's fine now don't worry) And I know I sound like a horrible person, but I would watch her laying down on the hospital bed wishing it was me. Wishing I was the one whose body was finally given up. Wishing I had the chance to stop clinging on to life and just die. I've never said this to anyone, not even my therapist. So I'm sorry for venting out here