She said I was a Queen of Despair.
One of the reasons I am tickled with this woman is her ability to retain a healthy sense of humor in the midst of all this sadness. But it really did make me think about how severe this is for me. How much longer I have struggled than most. How much it has taken out of me, taken from me, taken out of and from the ones I love. How much pain and how long I've been doing this.
Then I talked to my other doc today. Usually he calls and the illness goes hiding. Not today. He got the full meal deal. When I croaked out how tired I am, and how hard it is to believe that any medicine will make a difference at this point. He said "It's been a nightmare."
Two well-respected seasoned professionals confirming that this sucks.
I am tired.
I am so very bone weary tired. Came home and collapsed and cried and cried tired. Can't seem to find a way to stop crying tired.
I'm supposed to report when I have a normal mood. I don't even know what that looks like anymore. I'm beginning to believe that I never will.
One of my fellow campers went AWOL for a while today, and everyone was scared. However, in addition to being scared, I thought - why does he get to run away. I want to be able to run away but I stay. How come he gets to do so - even if for a day? I know he scared his family half silly, and affected lots of folks at camp too. But I do have my fantasy of running away from it all.
I know I could have a lot of fun with the Queen of Despair/nightmare part. Something like the Elvira of mental illness comes to mind. But I'm too tired. I don't want to come out and play today. This illness is awful. It stinks. It's just a terrible thing.
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