Well lying here in bed trying to fall asleep which isn't happening because of my pain despite the tramadol I took before bed and I started thinking about what it was like before the pain got this bad....
I am in mourning, mourning for the girl I just to be. I'd forgotten how mucrh this this disease has stolen from me untill just now when I actually put my life into perspective. The 'bad' times that used to come and go have lengthened so much that for the last 6 months or so they have merged into one long nightmare. I was trying to remember the last time I actually felt truly content and satisfied... It was last summer and I was walking along the road with the sun on my face and I remember just smiling and feeling joy at being able to appreciate the warmth on my skin and the sound of law mowers and the smelll of grass. The only reason i remeber that day is because it had been so long since i had felt that that it shocked me and i made myself lap up eery second of the pureness of it so as to not to forget. Nowadays even walking along the street, it takes all my concentration not to be consumed by the constant physical and mental struggle to fight against the fatigue, soul weary exhaustion and sense of loss, that I never find myself with a natural smile on my face. I mourn for the days when I used to get up in the morning happy, stretch out and feel the muscles in my legs tense and relax and the blood flow into them and the feel of them coming to life. i miss feeling ready to take on the world and anything it could throw at me. I mourn all the 'stuff' I used to love doing, rock climbing, running, salsa classes, going to the pub getting drunk, staying up all night and dancing on tables.... I used to loose track of myself sometimes with all the madness i used to get up to, traveling round south america with my backpack and exploring the world. I miss enjoying the time I spend on this earth....
I seem to spend all my days now disappointing myself, my friends, my family and my work colleagues. I wake up every morning after a night of restless and unrestorative sleep and I feel like my legs are made of lead. I always sleep in because I literally do not have the energy to fight against it anymore. It is easier to close my eyes and go back to sleep for another hour rather than lie there awake but feeling too heavy to move.I am always late.. For everything, I start my day late, which I berate myself for, I run late all day, which I berate myself for, and never feel like I catch up with myself. I'm fed up of having a plan in my head of what I'll do in the morning, but always having to have a plan b in the back of my mind because I know that whatever it is I want to achieve the chances are 90% I won't get it done, and if I do it won't be done on time according to the plan a schedule. I hate that my close family and friends tolerate this and joke about having to factor in 'E***s' time. I hate the fact that people I don't know so well just think I'm crap at time management.
Just once I'd like to wake up and feel joy, it is so exhausting waking up and thinking 'right couple of deep breathes and assess how much energy you're going to have for the day ahead'
I hate having to face the prospet of ivf, and worrying that even if it works I don't have the energy to satisfy myself with an existence that I find fulfilling and stimulating let alone a child.
I hate watching my beloved husband struggle to support my when I am not the woman he married any more, I wish to god I was. I wish I could do all the things that would make us happy, I wish I could make him laugh the way I used to.
This disease has robbed me of my energy, my joy, my fertility and my hope... It has broken my heart
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Ducky