Like this thread...some good stuff here
You are all right about there being tons of support whilst going through the obvious....and for me sometimes that was a bit overwhelming...i wanted them all to back off and leave me alone. I have always been an independant 25 things on the go sort with 10 other things on the back burner...I love that sort of life! BC has totally floored me....I look ok now even if my straight light brown hair has been replaced with dark brown wavy hair....which reminds me of the whole episode...and means I avoid mirrors.
I used to have soooo much energy and get up n go let alone mojo prior to this confounded disease. I felt fantastic....and now all the treatment has left me feeling a bit lost...and confused...and apt to suddenly burst into tears...like I did in the middle of the local shop...totally not like me!
I don't think I'm depressed as often quite happy but I resonate with the PTSD....Sometimes I feel like a person whose house has been hit by a bomb, who is sitting in the rubble with blackened face and tattered clothes, with all they had broken around them whilst a cheerful soul walks past and says cheerily, 'Oh dear poor you....but look on the bright side and count yourself lucky that you survived'.....whilst walking on....
I for one feel a bit shell shocked, confuddled, not quite sure where to start to sort out the mess.
As a result of this crap I have had to give up my successful business....and as a result of that I had to sell my tiny weeny but wonderful little house in France as I couldn't afford to keep it anymore....and use the proceeds to pay off any debts I had as I am no longer working....with a little left over to try and start again...
So what I'm rambling on at is there is no wonder that any of us are not jumping for joy...we have just been in a war zone of our own...
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