Are We All Crazy?/Sanity Is Relative

I think “crazy” is not so easily definable as we think sometimes and has levels and facets, different causes and effects. I think we can all dip into “crazy” from time to time in moments or seasons when our view of the world is warped through the lens of something that throws us for a loop.                                                              Another definition of crazy is “not in one’s right mind.”

I have asked this question of myself many times on days when my brain and emotions betray me, when my view of the world and my situation in a given moment seem warped; “am I crazy?” Not all the time of course, and not as a constant, but there are times when I know I’m not in my right mind. 

Now we know that Lyme and coinfections cross the blood brain barrier and can literally infect the mind, but I think many times it is more complicated and more subtle things going on than even those factors. You see the entire life paradigm is different for people with certain chronic illnesses and not in rhythm with most people. The box we live in and our life experiences are very different, especially after living this way for many years. So I guess it makes sense that we are not always normal. After all, normal is a sliding scale based on majority.

The idea for this post came lying in bed last night after seeing posts from other Lyme/Chronic Illness sufferers on Facebook and thinking that what we suffer physically, cognitively and emotionally can make our viewpoints and behaviors pretty skewed:  I see desperation, scattered emotions, TMI, prolific postings, saying things publicly that shouldn’t be said, weird viewpoints that seem to come from places of isolation and disconnection. But I sometimes do it too, and honestly I struggle sometimes with how to balance being honest and “real” in the moment and when it would be best to keep stuff to myself. What’s the answer? I don’t know. I do try and consider my audience; my blog and Lyme page is primarily for fellow sufferers and those that will come after us, to know they are not alone. It is also for friends and family of the ill to get a window into this world. But from time to time I do regret some things I put out there, primarily to my healthy friends, I really must come off as cracked once and a while. I start to second guess myself especially if I get no response to texts or emails and I think people must have a negative opinion of me.

 But if we are talking brain stuff, even beyond Lyme and coinfections there is so much that effects the mind it is incredible. Honestly when I consider the complexity of our brains and the 100 trillion (yes, trillion) neuron connections in our brain I am in awe that the chronically ill with all that we are dealing with are not stark-raving mad. Really  We are fearfully and wonderfully made.
I had two doctor appointments this week and even though these two brilliant physicians come at treatment and diagnosis from different directions the conclusions are compatible. I cannot even begin to repeat the science and biology that was explained to me by these two doctors who can talk complicated biology and genetics like most of us do daily English about what is going on in my body, but I remember a few things: Pooling dopamine in my brain, dysautonomia, receptors not communicating, parasympathetic nervous system not doing its job….. But what is great is to get validation on the feeling of “disconnect” and yoyo emotions (aka crazy) and knowing that there are real physical reasons behind it. This also helps me understand the ebb and flow of having cycles where I don’t feel in my right mind and not knowing why I feel more normal on some days than others. 
So what’s the point of this post? Not sure. But maybe if your chronically ill friend that “looks fine” doesn’t always seem rational, maybe they are experiencing a little slice of crazy. 

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Living a half life

It’s 5am, I’ve been up since 2:30. Another night of insomnia where my mind and my body are betraying me again. My brain won’t shut down, and I’m having waves of heat, systemic irritation and an upset gut. My buddy edema which never leaves or forsakes me is also having a great party.  I have to get up at 7:30am for work and I am hitting a wall right now physically, mentally and emotionally. 

How do i keep going on? How much more of this can I take? And with this emotional crash comes all the old hurts and devastations, anger, garbage and the “lies” that are really true but just a matter of perspective (is my liver causing me this crisis?): I am such a waste of a human being. I’m a black hole in a world of people who have value. My health has cost about 100,000 and where am I now? Am I living and thriving? No. Do I believe the doctors that say they can help and keeping pouring money out while I still live a half life and feeling like crud, or would it be better just to stop everything and give up?

My body is angry. It likes being angry. It likes to punish me for every bite of food I eat. It likes revenge for any bit of fun I have or energy I expel…. The only difference is in degree. So I made myself soup tonight all healthy and diet friendly, save maybe for garlic. Is this the way it’s always going to be? A night of sleeplessness and misery for something stupid like eating a little garlic? 

Why won’t the fluid retention/autoimmune/pain/fatigue get better? Is it mast cell like we are exploring now? Is it lymph virus? Toxins? Liver? Kidney? Pancreas? Spleen? Leaky gut? Celiac? All of the above? Parasympathetic nervous system?….

I have been told all of the above, treated for all of the above and more (and we’re not even talking about the Lyme and coinfections anymore). 

What hurts right now is thinking about all the normal people who live “whole” lives and don’t know what it’s like to live with access to  pieces of yourself, to never be whole or wholly alive. On your good days skating by at 70%, having to choose between obligation and everything else that makes up life. Obligation always wins and then years of your life just pass by and you find yourself in the south side of your thirties and possibilities for the future keep narrowing with every passing year until they are a pinhole and the things you have never done and never experienced far outweigh what you have, and I’m not even talking about big bucket list stuff… I’m talking about life experiences most take for granted.

A tear just fell on my pillow. I know tomorrow is another day and I know realistically I will not be so negative when I’m not out of my mind with lack of sleep, grief and discomfort. It’s just tough as I am getting another wave of heat and agitation thinking about a full day of work on an empty battery…