Im not saying Im going to go off and kill myself, I'll make that clear before anyone says..
But I am going to bed at night praying I dont wake up
We lost my grandad in August and he really did suffer for the last few years and esp at the end. He battled on with cancer for yrs and so I feel guilty I can no longer see the point myself.. But I still feel terrible when I wake up and realise Im still here.
I lost my partner in '03' My other grandad a few yrs later, then my Nanna two yrs later, then my aunt less than a yr later. So I know me doing anything to myself would only serve to hurt my family even more. But still Ive had enough.
For about 5 yrs we've been trying to get to the bottom of why I am in a lot of pain with my stomach, after numerous tests they gave up and pinned IBS on me, that was after they tried to blame everything on anxiety.. as they always do now. No one will ever take you seriously medically when you have anxiety, Ive found that one out the hard way. Except now Ive reached the point where everything I eat, and even drinking water hurts my stomach and makes me feel ill.
Ive just been out now for my prescription (something else to try - Domperidone) and nearly passed out. I seem to spend the majority of my time in bed, feeling exhausted or just resting..
My bones ache from not being able to eat enough. Im 5.4 and weigh just over 7 stone, I basically look anorexic and either get looked at with pity or disgust, usually the later. I lay in bed at night and cant get comfortable because I hurt and my stomach feels like its being sucked out through my back.
My partner works full time and comes home having to pick up the peices of what Im unable to do.. Im just dragging myself through the days, even cooking his dinner makes me want to be sick.
All this pain, and partly down to then I had to call 999 once and get morphine, only makes me all the more anxious about whats going on inside me. Ive always struggled to gain/maintain weight, but I dropped from an 8 to a 6, and even the size 6 is big on me now. Im 32 soon, this is not the message I want to send out to my son. Even some of his clothes fit me for goodness sake.
Im coming to the end of my CBT and Im supposed to ignore all these pains, just convince myself its all anxiety, when I know 100% it is not. I just feel like Im going mad. I know something isnt right yet Im supposed to ignore it and carry on telling myself 'its just anxiety'.. I just cant, I physically cant. Ive suffered with anxiety long enough to know its not all that.. although of course, it now is making me anxious!
I went to a dietitian, he was no help. I had to repeat myself every week of what I could and couldnt eat, of what Id tried, go over what was said at previous appointments.. He just talked over me and never listened. He was all ready to help until I said I couldnt go on the exclusion diet because I was already underweight with a low b/p, THEN he read my letter from the GP, agreed it wasnt a good idea then had no real idea I think! He got me to fill out a diet sheet that he never did anything with. He promised build up drinks that never came, and in the end he gave up on me, telling me he couldnt help until I stopped feeling sick.. So he told me to go away and eat ginger but couldnt say anything else (like how quickly Id see a benefit, if its worked in the past).
My partner crys saying Im affecting everyone too much. Thats heartbreaking.
Ive already turned my 7yr old into a hypochondriac. As much as I try to not say anything infront of him, hes still picked something up either from me or family illnesses.. So everynight hes got something new, panics when he feels sick or has a tummy ache. I just feel like Im ruining his life as well. I really wish I could have seen into the future because had I known Id be like this I would never have had him, he deserves better. (and thats not saying all anxious ppl dont deserve kids, its just that I feel that way about me.. Im messing him up)
I just have no life that I can enjoy. Ive no energy and cant think straight enough to even do homework with my boy, thats something else that falls on my partner.
I despise the pair of them touching me for a cuddle because of my protruding bones. My family all worry about me, yet tell me I should just eat normally. I WISH I COULD!
Ive not slept for 8 hours in 2 months now. I cant get to sleep nor even stay asleep and am lucky if I get 5 hours.. 5 broken hours.
My anxiety is just reaching a constant high because I cant eat and not feel pain. After I do eat my stomach just feels like a tight fist, all clenched and painful.. then I feel like I want to be sick too. 3 meals a day.. all that means to me is 3 extremely stressful times p/day, of which theres no getting away from. If I could never eat again I would.
I just look out the window and want to drive away and never come back. I pray I dont wake up. I know ppl are worse off, Ive seen someone I love suffer so I know this is probably nothing.. But I do wish something would happen to me to put me out of this misery. I cant see me ever having a life that I can enjoy.
I expect some people think Im depressed, but take away these constant stomach issues that have been going on for 5 yrs and everything would be ok. I could just about cope with the anxiety.. but not this everyone has their limits, Ive reached mine. I sometimes think I will just always be this troubled person and cant see the point. I certainly dont want my son reaching my age and having to go through CBT because Ive passed on such debilitating anxiety.. yet hes already lost his dad, and now I wish my life away! I cant help it, I hope someone up there sees how much I want out and blesses me with my wish, I really really do.