When Life Punishes You For Living

Here I am again, posting on another “bad” day.

You see I’ve had some decent ones, even though I never feel “great” I’ve had consecutive weeks/months of having a better balance here and there. Inflammation has been acutely worse for weeks, but I’ve been able to maneuver around it to a point. Yes I’ve had days of crashing more and napping more, yes I’ve had to say no to going to church and Bible study because “extras” are too much. (Hey wait a minute! Maybe I’ve been struggling more than I’ve acknowledged). But anyway, then there is today; today when I feel my body is getting revenge for all my betrayal. Today when I feel stripped to the bone. I woke up at 11am (yeah I know), and still felt I could barely climb out of bed. Breakfast happened at 12:30 sitting in a detox bath, and I feel completely horrible: achy, stiff, toxic, beyond fatigued, heavy, swollen, fuzzy-brained. The autoimmune overactivity is high and I can both see and feel the fluid and pain.

So what did I do to myself to deserve this? That is always the question I first ask because self-blame is my automatic go-to. Well what I “did” was try being semi-normal for a few weeks: having to work a couple weeks full time, eating some “bad” stuff here and there (and by bad I mean bad for me personally; like dark chocolate, some organic mayo, some cayenne, a little vegan ice cream,etc.). Am I right in beating myself up? I am never sure how bad to guilt trip myself. It’s so hard when all you want to do is live and your body is just really not into that.

I am still counting the days until my new patient consult on the 14th at Sophia to address autoimmune issues and mast cell activation disorder (assuming that’s what’s going on). I’ve had a couple doctors confirm that Borrelia, Bartonella, Babesia, Epstein Barr, Erlychia…and all the rest including viral coinfections, are”fixed”, so I’m hoping the last hurdle is the autoimmune, but it’s a big hurdle. 

I have not paid any attention to fundraising for a long time; mostly being it makes me feel shamed, embarrassed, unworthy, guilty, and all the feelings that orbit the above. But more than that is my constant guilt of being a drain on my family. Thankfully family medical expenses have come down a bit from around 6,000 a month to around 2,000, which is good but still difficult. As my sister and I are about to embark pursuing this new clinic though they may jump up again exponentially, so I will put a link here so anyone that is able and led to help. Youcaring

So here I sit in bed on a Sunday afternoon wishing I could have gone to church, wishing I could take my dog out, wishing I could be out and about. Tomorrow may be better, I’ve been through this more times than I can count and I know that often things won’t be so bad the next day. On a day like this things always feel so bleak, but I know that tomorrow always brings new hope and a different viewpoint.

I’m glad I write on bad days, when I can’t move and I hurt and can’t think well; Writing gives me a sense of purpose and makes me feel I’m still here, still fighting.

See you tomorrow 🌅

The Chronic Illness Sufferer’s Dilemma: To Post Or Not To Post, That Is The Question

Nobody is normal. 
Everyone is unique.

That said,  long term illness changes a person; it changes your mind, your emotions, your perspective, your way of thinking… to say nothing of your body.

And the places in your mind that change can be impossible to perceive what is caused by the physical (hey come on, LITERAL viruses and bacteria in our brains) or the changes that come from long-term isolation, suffering, frustration, loneliness, abandonment, hopelessness…. (trust me even with the deepest introspection lines are blurry).
So when you are in this bubble of misery and feeling desperate; many of us reach that crossroad decision of whether to reach out publicly or not. Now some do so all the time, and some do so seldomly. I want to share with you, the healthy person, the “normal” person, what goes on in our heads and where the need to reach out comes from. Because to you seeing our (sometimes frequent) posts regarding how we are feeling physically and mentally can come off as….

Desperate

Attention-getting

Overly dramatic

Whiny

Ungrateful

Emotionally unstable

Lacking faith

Hypochondriac 

Lacking strength 

Or “_____” fill in the blank 
And honestly maybe some chronic illness sufferers are. BUT, I am asking you to consider grace, and here is why. 

Imagine you are living a fairly normal active life; you work, you socialize with friends a few times a week, maybe you are also busy with kids. You DO stuff! You go out to movies, you eat out at restaurants, you meet friends for coffee, you have a lot of human interaction at work, you sometimes take day trips or mini vacations, your life may not be perfect or exciting, but it is full. 

One day your body starts to betray you. Suddenly all the normal daily things that were no big deal become as hard as lifting heavy boulders. Your entire body is tired, tired to the point it feels like you have lead in your veins. You swear earth’s gravity just dialed it up a notch as you struggle to go up the same staircase you have been bounding up the last five years. 

You start sleeping a LOT more, so much more you start to feel guilt over your laziness. Even after a full night sleep your body starts to shut down in the middle of the day and you need to nap. The thing is all this extra sleep doesn’t help and you are just as tired and fatigued when you wake up in the morning as the night before. Even worse you feel hungover, even without alcohol: toxic, heavy, foggy, headache, basically like sludge.

So of course you pump yourself full of caffeine because you have a life and things to do… only the caffeine is a quick fix that doesn’t last, so you have more. After a few cycles of this you start to blow out your adrenals, and things get worse…. You start to feel like you are letting the people in your life down as you can’t be there for them in the capacity you were only a short while ago.
Oh and did I mention the pain? You are dealing with pain that has no business in your body at your age! You feel old and achy. Joints and tendons, muscles and tissues that you never even “felt” at all before, are making their presence known by infusing non-stop pain. 
Along with all of this (and a myriad of other symptoms I could mention) is the fact that your mind and your thinking are as foggy as your body. You know that feeling when it’s past your bed time and you feel your brain trying to shut down for the night? How everything becomes difficult if you are fighting sleep? Trying to just finish that chapter, watch the last 10 minutes of that movie as your brain wants to sleep….Now it feels like that ALL the time, all hours of the day as your brain is constantly trying to go down as you are trying to get it to go up. Every waking moment is a battle.

Normal conversations become difficult because it feels like you are fighting through fog to both process what you are hearing while trying to formulate the appropriate response. You never knew until now that it actually takes energy to communicate and be with people. You frustrate yourself as word recollection fails you and you feel dumb as you can’t seem to formulate articulate conversation.
As time goes on all this takes a toll and you start saying no to things. The energy it takes even to get ready, drive places, prepare for things… becomes too much, and you start having to pick and choose what you are able to do in a day, or even in a week or month as things get worse.

You start realizing that every activity also requires recovery time, and one afternoon out may mean you need two days in bed afterward.

Your world grows smaller.

As time goes on mentally and emotionally you for through all kinds of cycles that can be up and down and all around. These can swing extremely even over the course of one day from crying to anger to apathy. 
At first all the people in your life are supportive, but as time goes on and you don’t get better, and you have seen this specialist, and that specialist and tried every suggestion of every caring friend from acupuncture, to massage, to “this amazing doctor that helped my friend who had the same problem!”

… you have read every article ever sent to you on any condition that even sounds similar, you have done crazy alternative things you would never have thought you would ever try…. your friends start to drop away, they check in on you less and less, they stop inviting you to things because they know you will just say “no”. 

Life moves on without you and as the years go by your world gets smaller and smaller and smaller until you find you are alone most of the time.

You probably at this point have little to no money because it’s been spent trying to figure out what’s wrong with you and/or trying to get better. You also probably either can only work very little or not at all, and if you can work it drains you so much you have nothing left for any semblance of a life.  
Remember when I mentioned the muddled place of your mind and your emotions caused by both the physical and psychological? This is where you are now. You feel a little “crazy” and desperate and sad and lonely. Since you don’t see people in person so much anymore you reach out to your friends online; both your real-world friends and your friends who you have now met in your chronic illness forums and such.
So I am speaking to you; “normal” person, who I love and admire. When you see this chronically ill person prolifically posting, “wanting attention”, talking about what they are going through very publicly (sometimes) going into TMI territory…. know that this did not happen overnight. This is the same person you know and love and they are beyond desperate to be the person they once were. 
They post because:
They want fellowship,

They want friendship, 

They want to both hear and be heard,

They need a sounding block,

They want to feel normal,

They don’t want to disappear and be forgotten

They want to have a glimpse of normalcy and online may be all they have

They don’t see people much face-to-face so “face”-book is their life.
Hear me now as I write this for my sick brothers and sisters!

Everyone needs people! When you are sick and isolated online is your people!

We are not grand-standers or attention getters (at least not most of us) we are people just like you who have had our lives changed and shaped by our illness and our circumstances. All we want is to be normal and healthy. We covet the little things that most people take for granted; even just taking a walk on a sunny day. 
One more thing I want you to know; worry about the chronically ill people who don’t post and instead stay quiet. They are experiencing everything the communicators are, they are just internalizing their pain versus reaching out.  

It is: Having an outlet, versus internalizing everything

Isolation, versus reaching out

Honesty, versus putting on a happy face

I have seen too many of the “quiet one’s” obituaries online, (self inflicted.)
Please also know the  anxiety we go through on what to post and what not to post. 

It is SO hard to judge because (especially) on a bad day our perspectives are askew… and the reactions we get from people also vary greatly.:

You get the positive feedback from the chronic illness community;

 “thank you so much for sharing, I am not alone”.

  “so glad to hear another person’s perspective”.

“Thank you for being honest and blazing a trail for others that will come behind you.”

This community supports you and your difficulties as you support them. And this is a safe and honest place to be raw and real in your times of suffering. 

But, you also get the negative reactions of people who think you’re a drama queen, or are sick of hearing about your pain, or… (see list at beginning of post). So you get the negative feedback, or the stony silence of family members, or the snubs and shuns of people who used to support you….
In closing; why am I posting this? I will tell you it’s not for attention or sympathy. I am giving voice to the silent suffering ones. I am advocating for those whose families don’t believe them. I am opening a window into a world (I hope and pray) you will never experience so that you can have a better understanding of your sick friend or family member.

This seems like a good day to do this, Christmas Eve when hearts should be open, love should abound, peace and charity reign over all else 💚

The Chronic Lyme Coma

This chronic disease thing is interesting; on one hand you have days (weeks, months, years…) where you live in kind of a haze, out of touch and not quite yourself (even though you may “look fine” to others). Survival mode as I call is just where you are clinging day to day, surviving, getting by. In that way time just sort of passes you by and even though everything you are missing out on hurts, you are sort of numb to it at the same time.Then you have times where are doing a bit better and get your head above water so-to-speak. These times can be hopeful and wonderful and amazing! And yet you can in these times experience the deep pain of loss and loneliness for everything and everyone you have missed out on in your life. So moments of “life” can be very bitter sweet, and depending on how you handle them, can be even more painful than the drudgery of malaise. 

Does anyone else experience this? Where you could almost want to bury your head in the sand again because you feel the pain so acutely of lost time, lost experiences, lost love…. Things unattainable that have passed you by?

It is a fight to live through chronic illness and (I find) it is a fight to come back out of it. I wonder how many people have this experience?

It’s like your body and mind are in a certain gear, and I know having learned about neuropathways that they can be very hard to change, especially with habits, addictions, lifestyles and living a certain way for a long time. But it can be done, so does anyone else who is actually escaping the grip of death by spirochete feel like they have to go through a recovery process and learn how to live?


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Tears In The Wee Hours

It is 4:30am and my alarm is set for 8:30am. This has been happening too much lately and it is taking a bit of a toll.

Today is Christmas Eve and I have to admit the tears are falling right now. I am getting hit with that little stab to the heart that happens every holiday season. I know so many people experience this and especially the chronic illness community.  I am thinking about later today when we will gather with family and I will see my cousins who are married with kids, my uncle and aunt who are grandparents… Everyone else who are where they ought to be for the stage they are at in their lives, and that deep sense of loneliness hits.

I do have to say that this year has been better in that my health is very much on the upswing and God has been immeasurably good in so many ways, I have so much to be thankful for. I have not been dwelling on my lack at all, but the holiday/birthday blues have been hunting me like a ninja and I succumbed to a sneak attack. So even though I need my sleep and have to work today before the Christmas gathering tonight, I find myself crying in the dark over all the things that haven’t happened yet in my life and swallowing that pity pill that says they never will.

I will get over it of course; Because what I am feeling is pain, loneliness, grief and sadness, none of which come from God, and instead really are what the enemy is using to bring me down and rob me of my joy. Haven’t I been able to claim His joy in my trials? Am I now going to forget that fact in this one?

He has shown me how He can meet my needs far beyond what I can ask or think. After all God’s plan of salvation for mankind was in place before the creation of the world, how much more can He mend me right now?

On that note, I hope I can get a little more sleep right now and my eye puffs will be gone by morning.

Merry Christmas 🎄

Christmas Day Update: So I woke up in the dark yesterday and cried myself awake (never did get back to sleep) and I went to bed last night in the dark and cried myself to sleep. For my tears in the evening between these times my sweet dog comforted me and licked the tears off my nose. It’s so dumb because as I am bawling I am repenting of it at the same time because I know my attitude should be joyful. Oh well, maybe next year will be different.

When People Put You Down For Not “Looking Sick”…. :P

So how do you explain Lyme disease to someone who thinks you “look fine”?

“Imagine the worst flu you ever had. Then, imagine not sleeping for 3 days straight. Then imagine how it feels when you have something on the tip of your tongue, but you can’t remember it for the life of you.….”

http://www.livinglyme.com/Explain-Lyme-Disease.html

So what does “sick” look like anyway? Hair falling out? Swooning on the sofa? Grey clammy skin? Unable to stand up? Most chronically ill people (including a lot of cancer patients, those with heart disease, etc and other “respected” diseases can look perfectly fine). There are those of us Lymies who do suffer from the above mentioned symptoms…these, and far worse. However for the functioning or semi-functioning Lymie not looking like you are suffering while you are suffering on the inside can be a challenge. To everyone around you you might sound like a broken record and people can get weary of the “unending troubles”.

To those of you who know Lyme sufferers; trust us folks we are weary too! We grow tired of how we must sound to you every time you ask us how we are doing. We hate that question because the answer usually involves the high points and low points of our day (which can change radically), one symptom being better while another one is worse… We know how we sound, we are much more tired of talking about our suffering than you are of hearing about it.

Also know that you are statistically more  likely see us when we are at our best, and those times when we “disappear” off the face of the earth for days, weeks or months at a time are the times when we more than likely are in fact swooned on the couch (tv remote in hand).

Please understand how lonely and isolating this life is for us. ( https://jeanvieve7.wordpress.com/2013/07/15/the-emotions-of-an-invisible-illness/ ) The toll it takes on us not just physically but mentally and emotionally. Some of us feel that we have even lost our humanity and who we are as people, and we want nothing more than to get back to real life.

( http://lymelightfight.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/what-i-wish-healthy-people-knew/  )

Trust us, this isn’t fun and we don’t want to be coddled or get undue attention, only understanding and (hope of all hopes) a cure.

Thanks for listening.

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Thanksgiving In Recovery

Today is tough isn’t it? For many reasons; we can’t eat the food we want to eat, we may be stuck at home to sick to go out, we might be to tired to interact with others…and holidays are hard especially for the chronically ill when we see others enjoying their lives and being “normal” when we feel stuck in a time warp.
This year for me thankfully was better than last year, last year was one of the worst of my life. This year I am functioning better, I’m still tired but much better energy, weight is coming down, body pain is hugely improved, my vision is better…
Today though at the family gathering I was feeling the effects of some inflammation and fatigue, I wasn’t feeling that talkative, although I did my best. I was feeling a bit fuzzy in the head and sleepy. I was able to stick completely to my diet, although I am still getting a terrible inflammatory response it seems no matter what I eat, this is driving me crazy.
What is really hard is seeing everyone else move on with their lives and relationships, and here I am all by myself. Easy to throw a pity party because it hurts so very badly, but I am hopeful that next year will be different because I am getting better!
So I am kind of sad and grateful tonight.
I am hoping all you other CII (chronic invisible illness) sufferers out there had a good day.

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