The absolute kicker of this rancid vile disease. It surprises you, you can have a wonderful day one day and the next you are back in the depths of despair, often just a little deeper than you were before.
I had a fab day on Saturday, we went to see friends again and my cheeks hurt, properly physically hurt from chatting and laughing with them and their wonderful children. Today? Today I have wanted to disappear into the ether with feelings of despair and misery. When I get very sick with it I can feel my blood wanting to escape, I think I won't feel anything unless I cause it myself (I haven't self harmed today but oh god I have wanted to). I can't bear being around the children and all the normal noises they make and their desire to cuddle or touch me. I have been livid with Clara today as she has fought me over everything.
Then there is feeling ridiculous. Foolish for being afraid of things that other people do everyday. Like walking up to Tesco and back. It is 500m there and back and I can't do it, I have to drive. I have to drive 500m, how fucking ridiculous is that?! I can't describe the fear or even what I am afraid of out there, it is just Out There, people seeing me and somehow seeing inside my soul at what a bad and horrible person I must be. Rationally I know this isn't true and yet it still terrifies me.
I want to be rational, I want to be normal, I want to go out on my own, I want to be able to enjoy getting ready to go out and have fun, I want to not panic that someone is watching me. I want to be able to take things for granted and not have to arrange my entire life outside these walls around times that people can do things with me, mostly without their knowledge.
Sorry for the pity party of one but I am so sick of feeling like this, and this is my little ranty place.
3 comments:
it's not a pity party. this post made me cry. I feel so for you. I felt like this when I was bald and chemoed - not the same but similiar. And for me it's over. I hope.
Don't worry - there are lots of people out there that are the same - you are not alne.
I am so glad you started blogging :o) Big hug Vix. Try to notice - you ARE special.
x
I can't imagine how difficult it must be - especially just now in the dark and cold, it's hard enough to do anything without the other horrible burdens the depression puts on you.
I so hope that tomorrow is a good day for you. And the day after. Rant away here, people are reading and caring and hoping for you x
I hope you have a better day tomorrow xx
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