I'm new to this site. I joined it a while ago in a moment of strength and hope for the future. Such strength quickly waned and I shied away from here.
I didn't know why. I thought then it was the anxiety of socialization or the stress of expectations (all built up in my own mind of course).
Tonight I realized what it was: fear. Fear to acknowledge I was sick. Fear that by acknowledging my fibromyalgia, it would mean its won and I've lost. Fear that I was resigning myself to let it overtake me.
I sit here, 5am, not having gotten a wink of sleep because of my pain. Day and night it plagues me. I am either in bed or in my desk chair, my mind addled with the pain and me struggling just to find the energy to bear through it to make it to the kitchen to get water, or the bathroom.
Honestly, in the last month or two it feels like its been a landslide of just getting worse and worse. Where just over 8 weeks ago I could go out to pie and coffee at Shari's with my husband with ease, I now can barely fathom it. I have good days, and on those days I go out, but even on the best of days I can no longer walk without the assistance of a cane.
A cane...
I'm 24 years old and I am resigned to using a cane for the simple act of walking...
...not to mention in the last 2 months I have only slept in the same bed as my husband a less than half a dozen times. I have my own room set up with a desk and my computer and my own bed so I can have a space that's warmer than the rest of the house and can facilitate my up and down lifestyle and the me being awake till all hours of the morning.
I'm terrified. I feel like my fibromyalgia is swallowing me whole and I don't know what to do. I'm trying meds - Gabapentin. I use a heating pad to help with the pain.
The last doctor I saw, his aid gave me the lecture on exercise. I know. I know exercise has been found to be the best medicine but...I just wanted to strangle him and say, "Dear God man! Can you even fathom what I feel like? What it feels like to be in this much pain? I can barely walk to the bathroom, how do you expect me to exercise regularly?"
**sighs**
I'm lost. I hurt all the time...it never ends. It never stops. Its just a game each day to decide what action must I do today and how much of my energy will it take up...how much pain will it cause
I'm sure it doesn't help that I live in Seattle and there are always weather systems moving in and out which wreck havoc on everything. Why is that, I wonder? Still, what I wouldn't give for a few weeks of sunshine and no rain storms.
I'm sorry if this seems like a rant, or a pity trip. I do not mean it that way. I know there are people out there who have it so much worse than me. Who have come back from so much worse than I have. Still, its hard. So very very hard...
I'm terrified.
I'm 24 and I feel like my life is fading away rather than just beginning...