
LastLoveLetter
Persephone
- Mar 28, 2021
- 654
Ha. That respite was brief, wasn't it?
There are limitations to the medicine I'm taking. Don't get me wrong, it's excellent, but it can only help so much, before my body crumbles apart again. It is deteriorating less than it would be in the absence of treatment, but still deteriorating nevertheless. It is harrowing, truly haunting, to witness and feel the intensity of my symptoms increase, and being truly helpless to do anything to stop it.
The bottom line is that I cannot navigate life alone. I can never be 100% independent - my conditions make this impossible. I will always be reliant on support, and when that is taken away, I fall apart piece by piece. Each day is becoming progressively more difficult, more exhausting, more painful. It was subtle at first, a reminder that I can never be healed, only try to find ways of managing. Then it got worse. And worse. And now management looks like a fairytale, a dream.
I don't know if there's a way out of it this time.
Still, that glimmer of a nearly normal life was wonderful while it lasted. But my life was never built to last.
There are limitations to the medicine I'm taking. Don't get me wrong, it's excellent, but it can only help so much, before my body crumbles apart again. It is deteriorating less than it would be in the absence of treatment, but still deteriorating nevertheless. It is harrowing, truly haunting, to witness and feel the intensity of my symptoms increase, and being truly helpless to do anything to stop it.
The bottom line is that I cannot navigate life alone. I can never be 100% independent - my conditions make this impossible. I will always be reliant on support, and when that is taken away, I fall apart piece by piece. Each day is becoming progressively more difficult, more exhausting, more painful. It was subtle at first, a reminder that I can never be healed, only try to find ways of managing. Then it got worse. And worse. And now management looks like a fairytale, a dream.
I don't know if there's a way out of it this time.
Still, that glimmer of a nearly normal life was wonderful while it lasted. But my life was never built to last.