I have had a recent epiphany. After several months of stress and many unexpected changes, I've found myself in the position of finally needing to slow myself down.
As someone who struggles with severe anxiety, as well as chronic pain and arthritis, I find myself having days that are truly a struggle to get through. I find myself struggling to get showered and changed for the day, struggling to keep up with two toddlers and seven other kids who all need something different from me.
The simplest tasks keep me busy, I struggle to get everything done that I feel I need to get done. When it hurts to walk because your body is basically attacking itself or your chest is hurting and you can barely breathe due to being anxious or stressed, the effects can be completely crippling.
I miss feeling like a normal person, I miss being able to do whatever I wanted or needed to do without feeling like my own body hates me and is imploding on itself. When I feel as though I'm ready to jump out of my own skin because I can't get the pain to stop - there aren't enough words to describe the level of frustration I feel.
Yes, folks, this post is about me and all about me. I'm having a bad pain day and I don't like it. I'm tired of being tired all the time, I'm tired of being frustrated or feeling pretty useless.
I've found myself agreeing to things that I ended up stressing myself and my body out over. I've found myself angry with myself and the situation.
No one with anxiety OR chronic pain wants to feel like this. None of us want to be a burden on our spouses, partners or friends. We don't like asking for help and we don't like not being able to do simple things asked of us. But a lot of us eventually realize that, sometimes, despite our best efforts and intentions, we DO have limitations.
The struggle with anxiety is real. The struggle with chronic pain is real. I'm not crazy and neither is anyone else struggling with anxiety or chronic pain, or, in many cases, both.
Please don't tell me to just suck it up and deal or to just get over it. Believe me, if it were that simple, I'd have already done so. I have 9 very active children, a husband, a home, work, friends and family. I don't have time to be sick or tired. I don't have time to hurt.
But, there it is. I still hurt, I still have severe anxiety, and I have to make the time to deal with the worst of days.
I might spend weeks with no pain or anxiety and then it hits out if nowhere, much like I imagine getting hit by a freight train would. I might start the day just fine and then in the middle of the day or an errand or chore, find myself out of energy, in pain or having severe chest pain and find myself out of breath.
This isn't something I chose or wanted. I work with my doctors to find solutions, but often find myself with no answers or trying, yet again, another medicine or supplement.
I just have to continue the struggle and keep moving forward. Life is happening at warp speed, but I want to participate as much as possible.