Wow, this really exploded.
and, answered my question a million times over I think. 😔
for whatever it’s worth- I’m educated, a very high earner- work shy is absolutely not something you could ever call me. I have grated my absolute backside off my entire life. Mid thirties. Children, loving husband.
I have CPTSD, signicant childhood trauma. I am mentally well, stable. Unmedicated.
i live a busy and active life. I’m a size ten. I’ve had periods of capability where I’ve been able to significantly improve my fitness, but it’s never sustainable. The pain and other symptoms always get me in the end. Sometimes I get a few months and I convince myself it was all in my head or whatever “it” was has left me.
bloods clear. MRI clear. Rhumy cleared me.
I’ve briefly looked into support groups. I do not resonate. But my default has always been a gritty, get on and make it happen for myself type. I’m being forced to accept help and pull back now, but I can’t let this wipe my life out I’ve worked too hard.
But it is becoming unfunctionable. The fatigue is unbearable. The pain, random, widespread, unresponsive to painkillers. I’m sick of embarrassing myself in public when I start to lose control of myself (mind blank, dizzy, feeling faint, dissociated, confused, sensitive to light ) and someone notices. I just want to hide. I feel like I’m losing my life little by little. I have never been “well” not even as a teenager. Pain has been lifelong.
i have so much to live for and I have a life I adore. I am so fortunate but this? Some days I can see why others could fall into depression- it’s relentless. I live for the random good days. Hiding the severity is becoming exhausting in itself.
I don’t know where to go from here.