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Critical illness and Grieving yourself.

  • Writer: In the life of "Who the fuck cares"
    In the life of "Who the fuck cares"
  • Apr 29, 2024
  • 4 min read

In the past year I have been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, Bipolar, borderline personality disorder, severe depression, anxiety and a whole other disease. And even though I the names of one all my illnesses it still feel surreal. Medication after medication each day, doctors visits that never stops, people thinking your not really ill your just pretending All this while your judging yourself, criticizing yourself and not really wanting to accept that your life, no you have changed. Things you were able to



do, you simply can't anymore. Frustration playing a role in your everyday life. Blame, blame from others and blame from yourself. Feelings of failure a daily battle, feeling like you have failed yourself, your children, your family, you simply have just failed. And with all this, the feeling like you have lost someone so dearly close to you. And you have, you have lost yourself, the old self, probably the closest person to you. But with death comes grief, and just as you grief when someone close to you passes away, you will also feel feelings of grief when losing yourself. And that is okey. It is okey to grief the old you.




Feeling angry, frustrated and helpless. The constant battle in your head and with God on "Why you?" "Why now?" Feeling like your body has betrayed you. The "If only", the "I should or shouldn't have" Questioning everything and everyone. Having to take your anger out on others simply because you feel helpless and they don't understand. Having your power stripped away from you, your control taken away and left with a person you don't even recognize anymore. Having gained weight due to your medication and no diet or amount of exercise works. Being cast aside but friends, family and colleagues because you don't fit in anymore. Feeling forgotten by those that consume your mind daily.


The reality of loss sets in. The is the most difficult stage. We distance ourselves from the outside world. We scream to be heard, but don't want anyone near us. Silence has become your best friend and sleeping your comfort. Pushing everyone away cause your mind has made you believe it's for the best, not for you but for those you love. Hiding away from people, sleeping a lot cause if you sleep you don't feel a thing. This is an important time to spend with your psychologist and psychiatrists to help treat the depression and help you to see it from a different perspective and to help you carry the load just a little to get better. And no, acknowledging you need help is not a weakness, This is the part where a lot of people lose their lives, just because they don't want to acknowledge they need help. I battle with myself everyday, feeling like I just want to give up, end it all. There is not a day that I don't think of taking my own life, Suicide is real. It's not selfish people that commit suicide. It's hopeless








 
 
 

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