
I’m so sorry you’re going through that. I felt that way for years and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. I eventually got diagnosed with POTS and it really opened up my eyes to how those symptoms overlap. So how something that can seem like anxiety is really just your heart struggling to get blood to your brain- and vice versa. I highly recommend talking to your doc about it.
Secondly: No matter what anyone tells you. You are valid and worthy of love and time no matter what state you’re in. Anxiety vs no anxiety. Sick vs healthy. Yada yada. “Normal” is different in every corner of the world- and is never a standard you should hold yourself too. You are you. And you deserves compassion and patience. Whether it’s a good day or a bad day. (1/2)
We all progress at our own pace. I know- I get it- It hurts to grieve who we wished we were. I’ve cried a thousand tears for the girl who I once was. I felt like my suffering was my own moral failing. But eventually I started to accept that I didn’t need to be normal. I don’t need to be perfect. I don’t even need to be good. I just need to try.
And I try every day. With all my heart and all my soul. To make my suffering worth something. Whether it’s for a future me who sees the other side of this hell. Or a fellow sufferer who might get the peace I never will. I know you’re probably tired of the pep talks by now. But look. It’s next to impossible that we could have even come to exist at all. But yet we do. We laugh, we cry, we love, we hate, we hurt. I don’t think anyone knows what to do. We’re all just figuring it out together.
But whatever you do. Never stop trying. Never stop looking. Not when doctors look straight at you and tell you you’re exaggerating, not when people invalidate you, not when your insurance company tries to play God. Push and push and push. You know yourself and your body best. And you owe it to your future self to advocate for a better life for them.