
succor
tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down
- Oct 28, 2020
- 103
Hey everyone. I've been lurking for a while and finally decided to work up the courage to make an account and share my story. I think I'm just desperate for some sort of connection or compassion, which sounds so horrible and makes me feel incredibly selfish because the support system I have in "real life" is full of wonderful people. I just can't talk to any of them about the details of my depression and my suicidal thoughts because I don't want to hurt them further than I already have just by being burdensome in their lives.
My life has been pretty hard but not unbearable. I lived an incredibly privileged life in some ways and not so much in others. My parents were emotionally distant and abusive growing up, but always made sure I was fed and never wanting for clothes or toys or anything like that, so financially and shelter-wise I was safe though our relationship wasn't good. It's gotten better as I got older and now they're more supportive than they ever have been, despite us still not seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. I would be doing them a disservice to deny that they have improved in a lot of ways. The friends I have now are great and patient. My circle is small but good, which is a relief considering my tumultuous friendships leading up to this point that were filled with controlling and manipulative people. That's neither here nor there, though.
I've dealt with depression my entire life. I remember telling my mom when I was a child that I wished I was never born on multiple occassions. Then I was in a horrible car accident that forced me to live in the hospital and then a rehabilitation center for around a year and left me with permanent nerve and brain damage. My memory never fully recovered. I have neurological problems now, including brain fog, chronic migraines(2-4 migraines a week, at least), nerve pain/tingling/numbness in my limbs, spine damage, sciatic pain, etc. On top of that, I've had stomach/digestice problems since I was a child and was always told that it was in my head (spoiler alert: it wasn't). I was able to work through this and deal with it for most of my life and led an energetic and resilient life for years, though. I had a lot of fun. I was vibrant and creative and ambitious. I was social and artistic and adventurous.
Around 5-6 years ago my health started declining. My best friend at the time guilted me constantly for not being able to keep up with her anymore, for being bedbound from my migraines, she blamed me for not trying hard enough to get better. My stomach started acting up worse. I fought through it the best I could. I ended that friendship after years of abuse and moved away with the love of my life to be nearer to the circle of friends I have now. And then things were pretty good for a few more years.
This last year has been bar none the worst year of my life. I've been sick for most of my life, yes, but it wasn't until recently that some of those conditions have been diagnosed and I've been able to name my demons. I was diagnosed by a geneticist with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia. I can deal with those. I can tolerate those. But it kept getting worse and worse and in August of 2019 I got food poisoning, which apparently triggered something in my body and threw everything out of whack. Now it is unbearable. In a span of 3 months I lost over 70 lbs and ws unable to eat more than 100-200 calories a day. I was hospitalized several times with no results or answers until early this year right before quarantine started. Diagnosed with autoimmune hepatitis after becoming severely jaundiced. Forced to give up all of my medications (including my antidepressants) to try to give my liver time to stabilize again, put on high dose steroids and immunosuppressants to try to stop my liver from destroying itself more. They said I would go into remission soon. It's been 7 months of that. The side effects of the steroids (prednisone) are horrible and I feel like a husk of the person I was. I still feel sick and can barely tolerate food. Now I have rashes and my limbs are swelling and they think I have another autoimmune disease on top of everything else but they can't figure out what it is. They thought maybe lupus but I tested negative. Now they're thinking maybe Crohns but the tests are all inconclusive. My stomach is constantly killing me. My joints are all swollen and in so much pain. The rashes are getting worse. I have severe brain fog, worse than it's ever been. All of this on top of the conditions I already have.
I spend every day just mindlessly trying to pass time until my next doctor's visit, but all tests are coming back inconclusive. I force feed myself just enough to not starve because eating still makes me feel sick and causes a lot of pain. I have zero energy. My partner has to take care of the house, the yard, the pets, and me because I'm bedridden 95% of the day. He says he doesn't mind and loves me and wants to take care of me but he's also working full time to support us because I had to stop working last year and disability hasn't determined whether or not I get benefits yet. The guilt of what I'm putting him through is killing me. The pain and sickness I feel every day is killing me. My unreliability when it comes to socializing with my friends is killing me. I feel like a burden to everyone I have any interaction with. All I do is take take take and I'm not able to give anything of value back. My parents are financially supporting me while I fight for disability. So my parents and my partner are all giving me money just so I can what, lay here and zone out every day? Every doctor I see tells me I'm too young for this and I agree. I'm not even 30 yet. I used to be so vibrant and beautiful and full of life and light and love and now I am empty, bloated, twisted inside, miserable. The hope and ambitions and dreams I once had are now gone.
Yesterday was my birthday and I spent it like I spend every other day of my life. I've never wanted to die so badly in my entire life, and I've always struggled with mental health issues (manic depressive, OCD, transgender dysphoria). I don't see the purpose of wasting so much money just to keep me alive when I contribute nothing financially, emotionally, socially, etc. Every moment of my life is filled with pain and guilt. I've been planning to get my affairs in order for a while and figure out how I can make my eventual passing as easy as it can be of a transition for my partner and my parents and my friends but I know it's going to hurt them regardless. Still, I can at least try to cushion some of the blow. Practically speaking, the benefit of CTB outweighs me staying.
At this point, it feels like CTB is the kindest, most compassionate and morally responsible thing I could do for myself and everyone around me.
I could never tell any of them this, though. It would break their hearts. They tell me I can come to them with anything and they're here for me but I know it hurts them. They have their own struggles. I don't want to bring more stress into their lives than I already do. I think I'll gradually and slowly distance myself and get my affairs in order. It's difficult to plan though, because due to quarantine my partner works from home now and checks on me often. I don't know when or how I'm supposed to CTB without being caught, but that's neither here nor there. I'll figure it out eventually.
Sorry for the wall of text. Really, I'm very privileged to have such kind people in my life and incredibly selfish for still feeling lonely enough to have to do this. I can't take it anymore, though. People always tell me I'm so strong for surviving through all the medical bullshit I have, but I don't want to be strong anymore. I want to be done. I want rest. I dont want to be in pain anymore. I don't want this guilt anymore.
My life has been pretty hard but not unbearable. I lived an incredibly privileged life in some ways and not so much in others. My parents were emotionally distant and abusive growing up, but always made sure I was fed and never wanting for clothes or toys or anything like that, so financially and shelter-wise I was safe though our relationship wasn't good. It's gotten better as I got older and now they're more supportive than they ever have been, despite us still not seeing eye to eye on a lot of things. I would be doing them a disservice to deny that they have improved in a lot of ways. The friends I have now are great and patient. My circle is small but good, which is a relief considering my tumultuous friendships leading up to this point that were filled with controlling and manipulative people. That's neither here nor there, though.
I've dealt with depression my entire life. I remember telling my mom when I was a child that I wished I was never born on multiple occassions. Then I was in a horrible car accident that forced me to live in the hospital and then a rehabilitation center for around a year and left me with permanent nerve and brain damage. My memory never fully recovered. I have neurological problems now, including brain fog, chronic migraines(2-4 migraines a week, at least), nerve pain/tingling/numbness in my limbs, spine damage, sciatic pain, etc. On top of that, I've had stomach/digestice problems since I was a child and was always told that it was in my head (spoiler alert: it wasn't). I was able to work through this and deal with it for most of my life and led an energetic and resilient life for years, though. I had a lot of fun. I was vibrant and creative and ambitious. I was social and artistic and adventurous.
Around 5-6 years ago my health started declining. My best friend at the time guilted me constantly for not being able to keep up with her anymore, for being bedbound from my migraines, she blamed me for not trying hard enough to get better. My stomach started acting up worse. I fought through it the best I could. I ended that friendship after years of abuse and moved away with the love of my life to be nearer to the circle of friends I have now. And then things were pretty good for a few more years.
This last year has been bar none the worst year of my life. I've been sick for most of my life, yes, but it wasn't until recently that some of those conditions have been diagnosed and I've been able to name my demons. I was diagnosed by a geneticist with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome and Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia. I can deal with those. I can tolerate those. But it kept getting worse and worse and in August of 2019 I got food poisoning, which apparently triggered something in my body and threw everything out of whack. Now it is unbearable. In a span of 3 months I lost over 70 lbs and ws unable to eat more than 100-200 calories a day. I was hospitalized several times with no results or answers until early this year right before quarantine started. Diagnosed with autoimmune hepatitis after becoming severely jaundiced. Forced to give up all of my medications (including my antidepressants) to try to give my liver time to stabilize again, put on high dose steroids and immunosuppressants to try to stop my liver from destroying itself more. They said I would go into remission soon. It's been 7 months of that. The side effects of the steroids (prednisone) are horrible and I feel like a husk of the person I was. I still feel sick and can barely tolerate food. Now I have rashes and my limbs are swelling and they think I have another autoimmune disease on top of everything else but they can't figure out what it is. They thought maybe lupus but I tested negative. Now they're thinking maybe Crohns but the tests are all inconclusive. My stomach is constantly killing me. My joints are all swollen and in so much pain. The rashes are getting worse. I have severe brain fog, worse than it's ever been. All of this on top of the conditions I already have.
I spend every day just mindlessly trying to pass time until my next doctor's visit, but all tests are coming back inconclusive. I force feed myself just enough to not starve because eating still makes me feel sick and causes a lot of pain. I have zero energy. My partner has to take care of the house, the yard, the pets, and me because I'm bedridden 95% of the day. He says he doesn't mind and loves me and wants to take care of me but he's also working full time to support us because I had to stop working last year and disability hasn't determined whether or not I get benefits yet. The guilt of what I'm putting him through is killing me. The pain and sickness I feel every day is killing me. My unreliability when it comes to socializing with my friends is killing me. I feel like a burden to everyone I have any interaction with. All I do is take take take and I'm not able to give anything of value back. My parents are financially supporting me while I fight for disability. So my parents and my partner are all giving me money just so I can what, lay here and zone out every day? Every doctor I see tells me I'm too young for this and I agree. I'm not even 30 yet. I used to be so vibrant and beautiful and full of life and light and love and now I am empty, bloated, twisted inside, miserable. The hope and ambitions and dreams I once had are now gone.
Yesterday was my birthday and I spent it like I spend every other day of my life. I've never wanted to die so badly in my entire life, and I've always struggled with mental health issues (manic depressive, OCD, transgender dysphoria). I don't see the purpose of wasting so much money just to keep me alive when I contribute nothing financially, emotionally, socially, etc. Every moment of my life is filled with pain and guilt. I've been planning to get my affairs in order for a while and figure out how I can make my eventual passing as easy as it can be of a transition for my partner and my parents and my friends but I know it's going to hurt them regardless. Still, I can at least try to cushion some of the blow. Practically speaking, the benefit of CTB outweighs me staying.
At this point, it feels like CTB is the kindest, most compassionate and morally responsible thing I could do for myself and everyone around me.
I could never tell any of them this, though. It would break their hearts. They tell me I can come to them with anything and they're here for me but I know it hurts them. They have their own struggles. I don't want to bring more stress into their lives than I already do. I think I'll gradually and slowly distance myself and get my affairs in order. It's difficult to plan though, because due to quarantine my partner works from home now and checks on me often. I don't know when or how I'm supposed to CTB without being caught, but that's neither here nor there. I'll figure it out eventually.
Sorry for the wall of text. Really, I'm very privileged to have such kind people in my life and incredibly selfish for still feeling lonely enough to have to do this. I can't take it anymore, though. People always tell me I'm so strong for surviving through all the medical bullshit I have, but I don't want to be strong anymore. I want to be done. I want rest. I dont want to be in pain anymore. I don't want this guilt anymore.