One of the hardest things about chronic illness is keeping a positive attitude. Usually, I feel like I do a pretty good job of it. If I can find a way to laugh about something that should make me cry, I do. I've learned to be happy even while being in immense pain. I try to find hope even when all seems hopeless. So when I feel down, I try pick myself up. Most of the time I can...
But the last few days, I can't help it. I'm just blue. I'm living in the a state of melancholy. I'm trying very hard to shake it, but right now, I feel like Eeyore, with a constant cloud over my head.
The worst thing about chronic illness is that it's always there. It's that constant companion that just doesn't want to leave. I've tried multiple things to get rid of it; yet it's still there. I try to stay strong, stay positive, but at times the burden just feel so heavy. Sometimes a good cry is warranted.
One thing I think that has me down, is just the many personal failures I feel I face each day. Compared to last year, I am doing so much better and I'm very, very thankful for that. Yet, there are still so many things I try to do on my own and fail at on a daily basis. Putting on my own clothes. Getting off of the couch on my own. Getting off of the toilet (even with a riser) on my own. So many little things I want to do, but can't. I try, try, try, but I fail. These are tasks that most would call simple; yet they are huge obstacles for me right now. Though I'm so thankful I have a mom who is willing to help me with the things I cannot do myself right now, and I'm thankful for my aunt Lisa and Jaclyn for coming over and helping me with some of those things when mom needs to run errands, I just really miss being able to do those tasks on my own. I dearly miss my independence, my ability to take care of my basic needs on my own. These abilities have been gone for well over a year now. I know it's not my fault, that I didn't ask for this and that I'm fighting with all that it is in me; but it still hurts. It's a constant reminder of how weak I am and there are days it's really hard to keep my head up.
Another thing is that my birthday is a week from tomorrow. I remember when I was a kid, I just could not understand why anyone would be sad about a birthday! Now, I kind of get it. It's not that I'm upset about getting older. That age thing really doesn't bother me. It's just this is not the life I think anyone wants at 28. There are so many things I desire for my life; and I wonder if they are even remote possibilities. I know that thinking about the future and worrying about it does me absolutely no good; I know that if this is the path God has me on there is a reason for it; but the lost dreams and disappointments sting sometimes. I'm just so tired of this stupid illness stealing so many things from me.
I will get past this eventually. I debated even posting this, as I really don't want this to seem like I'm complaining. I know, even in the midst of the storm, I am still so abundantly blessed, that I still have so much to be thankful for. However, this blog is about awareness, and I realize that no one can truly relate to the war I go through on a daily basis if I don't talk about my weaker days, my tougher days. Vulnerability is still something I'm working on. I'm still trying to find that balance of what is being too open and what is not being open enough. I'm still figuring out the balance between making people aware without complaining. The main reason I'm posting this is so that others going through something similar will know, yes I have days I'm discouraged too. I also feel like Christ really can't be shown through my weaknesses if I don't humble myself enough to show them.
If you are reading this, just please pray for me. Not just my for my physical health, but also for my emotional, mental, and spiritual health. This battle is more than just physical. These disease has taken so much from me; and I am doing my best to remind myself that it cannot take my joy, my peace, or my faith. This week has just been rougher than normal emotionally.
I guess I should end this with a mini update about treatment plans, although there is not much to report. I'm still in medication limbo, waiting on the doctor to get back to me. I guess if I don't hear from her soon, I'll start calling and bugging her until we hear back. I have heard others have positive results with a couple of the options, so I hope and pray that God will lead me to the best possible option for me. At this point, I would be so grateful for any relief.
Thanks so much for reading, I'm signing off for now. I think I'll go do something that makes me happy, like spend some time with Ariella and Toby (pictured below).
My verse for today, to remind me there is purpose in suffering:
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith into this grace in which we now stand. And we boast in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.-Romans 5:1-5


