This is a bit of a self pity rant but I feel like I need to offload tonight.
I have chronic pain. I’ve had pain since my teens and am now nearing fifty and my condition has worsened. I’m a single mum and working. when my condition is at its worst I struggle to even stand up. each day is a chore. Sometimes unbearable.
I have to wear my hair in a bun most days as I don’t even have the strength to brush it.
I’m often unwashed for days, using copious amounts of deodorant and I sometimes don’t do laundry for months, buting the kids new socks and pants. I occasionally outsource washing but it costs a fortune!
I have so many odd jobs around the home which I’m quite capable of doing but anything extra added to my day just knackers me out.
I often take the kids for food at our local pub or buy them sandwiches and ready meals or takeaway as cooking is such a chore and I can’t afford any of those things.
I can’t come to terms with what’s happened to my body. I can’t lose weight. I used to be slim and run and active and now to put one door in front of the other hurts. I feel physically and mentally heavy. I really don’t want to carry on but I have to as a responsible mum.
I struggle to share this in real life as I present as well and capable. When I do share it with people I feel like I’m one of those dire and boring complainers and I feel judged because there are periods where I’m very active and capable and people comment sometimes snidely about how my disability doesn’t hold me back from things I enjoy but it really does hold me back and people only see me when I’m capable of going out or when I have no choice because of work and children.
My kids’ dad has them fifty fifty and I have no other support as no family nearby and friends are lovely but nobody’s in a position to offer practical help. I pay for a cleaner which I can’t really afford but it gives us a better quality of life but I struggle to cook and to play with my kids or have any energy for anything other than work.
I have fatigue issues too and sleep problems which all exacerbate everything else. My medication dopes me up completely and I have weight issues which are hormonal, age related but also attributable to the various drugs I’ve used for pain and mood management over the years.
It impacts on all my friendships and relationships and makes work really difficult. Despite having a partner (longish distance) I feel completely alone.
I’m having therapy for trauma (ptsd from an accumulation of stuff) and we are going to start looking at how I can come to terms with this as at the moment I’m hating myself and my body that I don’t recognise and can’t do anything to change. Today has been the worst in a long time, I just keep thinking if this is it I don’t want to be here as ageing is just making everything worse. I would never kill myself or even try to because of my children but I also don’t know how to carry on anymore.
Thank you if you got that and thank you for joining my pity party!