It is wearing me down.
My constant companion in life, my skull-breaking- mind-blowing- daily migraines finally got the better off me six months ago. I broke down, I cried and cried and cried. Not only cuz of the pain, but more for the fact that painkillers were not helping me anymore. And my stomach was aching due to those same painkillers. I took enough to kill a child, enough to kill my liver, enough to kill me in another few years.
My career, based on painkillers and an iron will not to let the pain get to me, was over.
Six months ago my own doctor send me to a psychologist. So that I might learn how to deal with the headaches. Personally I think he knew that the crying miserable human being – me – sitting in front of him had a break down.
For the past 6 months I have been nurturing my aching head. And I have been in therapy, will my therapists told me that it might just go away. If I dealt with all that I had suppressed, the pain would go away.
I can’t take it anymore. I feel so ungrateful for hating this life, I have wonderful friends, and family … but I cannot live like this. I am beginning to loose the little hope I had left in me, that it would be okay. I don’t think it will be okay. I can’t see past this pain, past this feeling so horrible, puking my guts out either from pain or from inadequate painkillers, or from my broken stomach.
I am so tired. I cannot have a Christmas meal with friends, without being too tired to talk at 21.00 hours, and spending the subsequent two days in agony cuz of a blasting migraine.
I am so tired of this. And I feel so ungrateful about it, cuz there are people having so much more difficulties that I, and some people being really sick. But right now, I cannot see past all the bad to see any of the good.
I put up a smiling face to my friends, but I cry in the dark, or in the shower. I feel like a baby and wish I could be grown-up about this. But I cannot feel past the pain, the very real throbbing, constant pain. Some days are worse than others. Some days are even okay and bearable without drugs. Some days feel as if my teeth are being slammed out of my jaw and the stumps of my teeth slowly being drilled back in. Some days I cannot take it and take painkillers, if I take enough I feel like walking under water, sick and miserable but pain free. And some days, like this day, I loose hope and feel the need to be told it will be okay, that I will be okay. That even if I loose my job, my career, my home – I will be okay. I need to be told that I will be okay.