|Angry and I know it.|
I can fake it. Most of the time. I do it for my family, for my kids, for others around me. I do not want it to affect them as it does me. I tried taking it on head first, I have tried a dozen different types of meds, infusions, vitamins and even a gluten free diet. None seem to be helping. I have tried staying positive, staying in control and it all keeps slipping.
I don't recognize the person in the mirror. RA has changed my entire physical body. I can no longer run, jump, dance. The meds make me blow up. The prednisone has changed even the shape of my face. Worse than not recognizing the face that looks back at me is not recognizing who I am inside anymore either. I used to know who I was, where I was, where I wanted to go and how to get there.
I cannot figure out why that has changed so greatly. I feel like I do not know where to even begin anymore. Even trying to thing about what path I want to take has changed as I have to think if I can do it with the pain, the swelling and if I can do it for the next 20 years or more. I do not know how to bring it anymore.
I used to be strong. I do not feel that way anymore. I hate not being myself. I hate that I cannot spend the whole day jam packed with fun activities for my kids and I used to do. I hate that I am not the cool mom anymore! :) When my 8 year old asks me to do something and I am in too much pain, too exhausted, the look of disappointment on his face makes me cry. The feeling I know he feels keeps me up at night just thinking of ways to overcome it. My 2 year old will tell me over and over sit mom sit. On the floor of course. I try to everyday for at least a little while. I remember when I could wrestle the best of them. I hate the battle inside. I hate the pain and being tired all the time. I hate being bitchy. I AM ANGRY AND I KNOW IT. You would be too if you were in pain 24 hours a day.
I lack support because I am not open enough with how I feel. I just keep pushing on. I keep things to myself and struggle to tell even my best friend what is going on. I do not know why. Because I do not look ill co-workers do not understand my need for a break or why I only work 8 hours a day. They lash out and make it not fun to be there. I fake it. Then remind myself they do not matter. I matter. My boys and family matter. I know I seem to vent a ton on this blog but it is the only place I can.
I need to find my path. I need to be happy.