The OCD, the constant intrusive thoughts. The panic. The brain-fog/paralyzing fear, constantly prodding me to double check, triple check, quadruple check... Just so I will not forget the most basic of responsibilities. The trauma/flashbacks. The inability to live a single day without extensive worry about
a multitude of problems running concurrent to the already intrinsic stresses of daily life...
The never ending appointments, blood-work, protocol changes, bodily experimentation, physical pain, gaslighting, lack of sympathy/empathy, platitudes I've heard 1000 times over that only serve to piss me off... The trashy state insurance that barely gets me by. The constant need to explain myself to people who should know better. The ever degrading sense of self esteem. The doctors that treat me as if I have endless stamina, when in reality, I live on a razor's edge; always one inconvenience away from completely losing my mind internally.
The lack of ability to communicate my true emotions in therapy without being institutionalized by some hot off the press college student who thinks they're doing me a favor by entertaining mere thoughts as intentions. I can never truly be honest with anyone, so no matter how many people I talk to, at the end of the day, I am truly alone. It has drained me to such an extent, I feel that all I ever want to do is sleep, but I cannot; because if I did, this house of cards I've delicately maintained for so long would topple. Have to stick to a schedule after all...
My ability to concentrate and achieve any semblance of "flow state" has been annihilated, and that's perhaps the greatest loss, as that fact robs me of any opportunity I would otherwise have to experience a moment of peace. A calm from the storm. I suspect it is related to a form of CPTSD, but no doctor/therapist takes me seriously enough to treat it as such, or at the least, offer sympathies. After all, who could get CPTSD JUST from Lyme, Mold toxicity, MCAS and major benzo withdrawal..... (thick sarcasm)
I can't help but be angry at my family for not listening to me when I actually had the energy; the youthful zeal to hit this with everything I had. Not to mention, GOOD INSURANCE that is now gone. They ruined that by forcing me to work jobs I could barely juggle when I was deathly ill, ignoring my pleas to see specialists/order supplements, and as a result, I turned to substance abuse at the time. Which now haunts me to this day via the collateral damage it caused.
I just want to disappear. Vanish into thin air. And, no, I'm not a threat to myself. I would never take the coward's way out. I'm just venting. Thanks, if you read through all of this. - Anon
Post Edited (disillusioned404) : 1/26/2021 6:46:56 PM (GMT-7)