I've been very confused lately; to an almost immobilizing degree. Also haven't felt well for a few weeks. More falling & imblance, excessively tired, confused, and this repetitive voice in my head (my own voice)..."Why am I not trying harder to get healthier?"
I was diagnosed 8-12 but in hindsight, there's no doubt in my mind the symptoms started as early as 2010. I posted previously questions about staging w/PSP; I've let that one go.
I Met with a social worker from the county I just moved from, several times, once diagnosed. Her 2 solutions were to become homeless, or get rid of all assets to get on Medicaid, and get into a subsidized apartment or assisted living ASAP. That would also mean getting rid of adored pets & displacing a daughter with special needs who lived with me.
At the onset of my diagnosis, tho I have much respect for my NEURO, he kept insisting I get my final affairs in order, give power of attorney to someone, get a health care directive, create a will, & plan a funeral, all ASAP.
Doesn't get much bleaker than that. I was certain intuitively if I did what my social worker suggested, moving into a subsidized apartment or assisted living, I would slowly lose my will to live.
The people who know me and/or have been close to me have known of my undesirable circumstances with debt, health problems, depression, no where to move to because I couldn't afford to fix the house to sell it, and I had no credit rating to rent an apaprtment. Also, the challenges of being a single parent. That was all prior to my PSP diagnosis. They just watched form the side.
My immediate family was always unsupportive (lots of long-term chemical dependency/mental health issues,etc.) I was the 'bad guy'. When I found the guts I would occssionally bring up how much harm was being done to the family because of the amount of drinking, so I was out of the circle. Finally gave up on having expectations from them. Yet, when it came to my girls, would find myself furious many a time because they were discarded by default because of me.
When the PSP diagnosis came, I was suddenly surrounded in a positive way by a few family members & some long-time friends who are 'my family'. Funds were made available to get us into this modest but lovely one level home we are living in now.
Renovations are still being made on the old house, which I'm more involved in than I was told I'd be. But I'm it tires me. Sometimes a lot. And somehow in my furry mind, that translates to being 'ungrateful' considering how blessed I've become.
My symptoms have accelerated over the fall and winter. See my Neuro every 6 weeks now as well as a therapist once a week. I will admit to feeling more depressed starting around the holidays. More falling/imbalance/confusion, difficulty speaking, and chronic pain.
A considerable amount of the old house have been brought to the new house to sort thru to toss, donate, repurpose. An overwhelming job indeed. I don't and haven't felt up to the task. This also translates out of my 'furry' mind that I'm ungrateful because I'm not getting the job done. I am so tired, most of the time. Some days the smallest of tasks take all I've got
My daughter, Melissa, came home from college for the weekend Lots of giggles & hanging around before she left Saturday to spend the rest of the weekend with her boyfriend. It was good.
My oldest daughter, Katy, approached me in the most direct, yet delicate way, out of concern. She said both she and Missy have noticed since the holidays I'm not eating much. Rather, what I am eating isn't good for me, and they're both concerned. Explained as best I could I didn't have much of an appetite (truth is starting to have problems with swallowing.) But as I said those words, they didn't even pass muster with me...I'm not trying hard enough. Why, now, of all times, am I not making a stronger effort to care for myself by eating better? I feel bad. Maybe a should.
That got me thinking about the past several months and the coming together of people, most who don't know each other, to make my life easier, have a lovely home to try to get healthier in, and have pressure taken off my back that's been there for years. Yet, I'm not getting better, seems I'm regressing. The only answer I keep coming back with is "I'm not trying hard enough." I've gotten a few terse words from a few involved who've said "with all that's been done for you, you should be getting better!" That hurt a lot. If it were only so simple.
My Mother, 74, called today. By her own admission, doesn't want to know the details of PSP "because it's too much for me to handle". Duly noted, but I'm living it, so it's created distance between us. She went on to state 'I would be feeling a whole lot better if I ate a proper diet, got more exercise, etc.' That led me back again to I'm not trying hard enough.
This isn't about some neurotic need or liking to be sick. At All. I'm only 54. Still have some sass & vinegar left in me. Some hopes and dreams and some why not's? Why I'm not pushing with all my might toward better health, and doing what's necessary to make that happen, or at least TRY, I can't explain. Maybe it's all been too much in such a snapshot of time. Maybe it's because I've been feeling quite unwell, but I don't understand why I'm not trying harder.
PSP is real. I'm living it, I'm experiencing it. Sometimes I wish people could get in my head and experience my reality and realise it just isn't that simple.
The question remains with me. Why am I not trying harder to feel better, to take good care of myself, to nurture to parts of me that need nurturing. For the first time, I feel like I'm being indulgent, selfish, not trying hard enough at both mine and others expenses. Am I going nuts? Is it simply true? Is it at least in part, the disease talking? I truly don't know.