
Folie
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- Jul 14, 2020
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Hello everyone! I'm a 37 year old female from the US. I've suffered with painful medical conditions since I was 22. It's been a rough road and Interstitial Cystitis has taken everything away from me. I deal with constant chronic moderate-severe pain every single day. I never go into any sort of remission like a handful of others do with the condition. There's no known cause and there's no cure. I have an Interstim (like a pacemaker for the bladder in my case) that keeps me from urinating up to 60 times a day. I still go more than most people, but it's nowhere near as bad as it was before I got the implant.
I live at home with my mom. I'm moving in with my boyfriend in a few months. His parents basically bought us a house on the lake right next to theirs. (It's gorgeous there...) I have so much to look forward to, but I feel I am a CONSTANT BURDEN to those I love the most. My mom helps me with so much. She does all my shopping, gets my meds, helps me with food... she does everything when I'm hurting. I'm extremely lucky to have people who care. However, I don't want to put this on my boyfriend of six years. He knows all about my condition. He's understanding of it, but not quite as understanding as my mom. I mean, we've never lived together before... Does he know what he's in for? I continue to enlighten him about IC (interstitial cystitis) and PBS (painful bladder syndrome.) He just doesn't seem like he wants to "take care of me" the way mom does. He wants me to be more independent, but he doesn't understand that there are simply days or times where I can't, and I can't help it. It's so frustrating!
I have thought about ctb for a loooooong time. I'm barely holding on as my condition seems to worsen and the pain is getting worse. There's no real way to treat this condition. It's awful. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. My life is comparable to someone with end stage renal failure.
A year before all of this started I was diagnosed with PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder, bipolar II, insomnia, OCD, Adult ADD, and borderline personality disorder. This certainly didn't help. At all. It made everything so much worse because I didn't know how to deal with any of it. I would self harm... It was sad.
I've grown up a lot over the years though. I still have all of those things, BUT I'm way better at recognizing and stopping myself now. The last time I cut was when my best friend passed away two years ago. It killed me. It still does. I still cry about it, but it changed me for the better. About a month later I converted from Christian to Wiccan. Best. Decision. Ever!
I could write a book about my story, but I'll spare you. lol I hope this wasn't tl;dr, but I wanted to explain my story. I don't know when it will be my time to go, but I'm okay with the fact that I might be the one to end my own life soon, and people should be happy that I won't have to suffer anymore. It's all about how much longer can I take the pain... I've dealt with it for so long... I just don't know how much more I have left in me...
Thanks for reading. <333
I hope to make many friends!
~Folie
I live at home with my mom. I'm moving in with my boyfriend in a few months. His parents basically bought us a house on the lake right next to theirs. (It's gorgeous there...) I have so much to look forward to, but I feel I am a CONSTANT BURDEN to those I love the most. My mom helps me with so much. She does all my shopping, gets my meds, helps me with food... she does everything when I'm hurting. I'm extremely lucky to have people who care. However, I don't want to put this on my boyfriend of six years. He knows all about my condition. He's understanding of it, but not quite as understanding as my mom. I mean, we've never lived together before... Does he know what he's in for? I continue to enlighten him about IC (interstitial cystitis) and PBS (painful bladder syndrome.) He just doesn't seem like he wants to "take care of me" the way mom does. He wants me to be more independent, but he doesn't understand that there are simply days or times where I can't, and I can't help it. It's so frustrating!
I have thought about ctb for a loooooong time. I'm barely holding on as my condition seems to worsen and the pain is getting worse. There's no real way to treat this condition. It's awful. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. My life is comparable to someone with end stage renal failure.
A year before all of this started I was diagnosed with PTSD, generalized anxiety disorder, bipolar II, insomnia, OCD, Adult ADD, and borderline personality disorder. This certainly didn't help. At all. It made everything so much worse because I didn't know how to deal with any of it. I would self harm... It was sad.
I've grown up a lot over the years though. I still have all of those things, BUT I'm way better at recognizing and stopping myself now. The last time I cut was when my best friend passed away two years ago. It killed me. It still does. I still cry about it, but it changed me for the better. About a month later I converted from Christian to Wiccan. Best. Decision. Ever!
I could write a book about my story, but I'll spare you. lol I hope this wasn't tl;dr, but I wanted to explain my story. I don't know when it will be my time to go, but I'm okay with the fact that I might be the one to end my own life soon, and people should be happy that I won't have to suffer anymore. It's all about how much longer can I take the pain... I've dealt with it for so long... I just don't know how much more I have left in me...
Thanks for reading. <333
I hope to make many friends!
~Folie
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