Posted 7/2/2011 10:23 PM (GMT 0)
I had symptoms when I was a teenager, but wasn't diagnosed until my first daughter was 1. I had my second daughter 2 years later. I can't say that the first 10 years were easy, because I was dealing with the damage that had been done from being undiagnosed and untreated for so long, but once I got things under control, things got easier and better. But even in the midst of flares, there are still things to be, dare I say, happy about. We just have to "adjust" our definition of happy sometimes. When the disease is really under control and we are on vacation in Disney, running all over the place and going all day, that is a 10. When the disease is active, but my kitties snuggle up with me for a nap and purr like crazy, that might make the day a 7 or 8.
Trust that you will find the right medication and things will get better. I have lived with this disease personally for 23 years. And my mom was diagnosed when I was 1 so I have been around it for 45 years. I know there are ebbs and flows to it. The good days out number the bad, I promise, it is just so hard to see it when you are living through the bad ones.