This is a post I thought I’d posted months and months ago, but it was in my drafts…
I haven’t written a blog post for MONTHS, and the longer I left it, the harder it got. So here’s an update for those of you that got used to me moaning on a weekly basis!
Things have been a bit crazy and weird for me over the last 6 months. I wrote my last post in April, I was a little fucked up then. I changed my anti depressants shortly after, and that seemed to improve my quality of life massively. It seems weird saying it like that, but that’s what happened. I started some tablets to help my anxiety as well, so it started actually feeling like there could be some form of future lurking in the distance for me, which I had started to believe wasn’t ever going to be a possibility for me again.
Although I haven’t accomplished any major victories anxiety wise, day to day living has got easier. At my worst point I was an anxious mess from the moment I opened my eyes in the morning to the moment I closed them again at night. I couldn’t step foot outside the front door without a panic attack within 5 minutes and my whole life just become about anxiety. It was all I could think about, all I could talk about. I lived (Or didn’t) and breathed it. Things have really changed since then. I don’t want to fool any of you into thinking I’m cured, so now’s a good time to tell you I haven’t all of a sudden got the mental balls to get in the car and drive more than 5 miles, but I’ve hit my own small milestones, and that’s something for me to be proud of for sure. I’ve still got a very long way to go, but I guess I am heading in the right direction.
I finally saw a specialist for my stomach issues, and had a colonoscopy last week (For any of you that don’t know what it is, they put a camera in your nether regions to take a look at the inside of your bowel etc, it’s all very dramatic) that in itself is a massive achievement, considering at one point I was struggling to even sit in a doctors waiting room for 10 minutes. Anyhow, they didn’t find anything suspicious looking, but they’ve taken some biopsies which I should get the results of within about 6 weeks. If they come back all clear then it looks like I’m a long serving member of the IBS club. How thrilling.
Things were kind of good-ish, and now I feel like I’m slipping back into the darkness to some extent. Everything just feels a bit over whelming, and knowing that I’m basically just going to have to deal with my stomach issues, and as a result, my anxiety issues, makes me feel a bit blue. It doesn’t make me feel particularly excited about what’s in store for me for the rest of my life! Maybe I am just destined for a fucked up life, who knows. But I’m not alone I know that.
This was harder to write than I thought. Maybe my blogging days are over. It never feels like what I’m writing is worth anything anymore, so it takes the enjoyment out of it.
Hope all you amazing humans are all good.
Lots of love. X