So I started this morning with a nosebleed, dry heaves, and a right leg with incredible pain.
Then I went to the psychiatrist, who determined that I have hypersomnia - which I already knew in a way. I was prescribed Modafinil so hopefully it will be able to channel my thoughts into some sort of productive manner.
What really got me though was how hard he was pushing on me. He concluded that if I had the ability to write this blog every day, I obviously have the ability to channel my illness away and be productive. As a result, he believes I should be able to do this with my entire life.
He asked what I would do if I was sick like this for my entire life. I told him I had already taken that to be the case, and the best thing I can do is just to get up and keep trying each morning. Sometimes I feel like the sick fall into this category of simply being the people who can't push hard enough to overcome their symptoms.
I don't believe this to be true.
I believe anyone who is in this circumstance is a fighter.
They don't kill themselves.
They don't move into constant feelings of self-pity.
They try, even if it is only slight movements a day.
I respect each and every chronic pain and illness fighter out there. Today, and every day, I have you all in my heart.
So much love,