It’s been around 3 months since I last wrote a post. It’s not been the best 3 months of my life. I seem to say things like that a lot these days. I don’t think I’ve had a great 3 months since before the MS diagnosis. Nothing has been the same. Everything is different and I’d be lying if I said I was finding coming to terms with it all has been easy. I thought I was possibly starting to get to grips with things finally when the epilepsy episode premiered in November last year. Armistice Day to be precise.
I haven’t written because I’ve been scared. Scared of the consequences of truth. In my experience, the truth is often the hardest to hear but the most useful. The odd lie to save a hurt is fine, in my book, but ultimately lies lead to nowhere happy. But my truth, I’m having issues uttering. I can’t say that I really know why. I said it was fear of consequences but I think that is only part of it. I don’t want people to be more afraid for me than they should and I don’t want a blog post of mine to be the catalyst that throws a person into thinking that I’m suicidal. I’m not. Don’t get me wrong. Dark, troubled thoughts plague my mind 24/7, but am I actively planning my end? No.
Everything going on in my head is exacerbated by fatigue. I’m not tired. At least not tired as most folks relate to it. A few hours sleep ain’t gonna fix this situation. You know what it feels like to be tired right? Long days at work? Small children? Overdone the gym? Gardening too much? You know that tired. That tired when you sink into bed and sleep soundly and feel refreshed the next day, right? Oh I know, everyone is tired these days. No-one rests enough, there is always a deadline to meet or a task to be done and lord forbid it doesn’t get done! I hear everyone saying how tired they are. Yet, I wonder, are they tired, like I’m tired?
A long time ago someone said to me after I’d complained of being tired, that I had no idea what “tired” is because I don’t have children. Apparently, only those who have kids are capable of being truly tired. I beg to differ. I still don’t have children and I definitely know what it feels like to be so exhausted you can’t see straight. Can’t think straight. Can’t function in normal daily life. I know it because that is my daily life. That is the gift that MS has given me, one of them anyway.
Tiredness has always been with me because of my epilepsy. I’ve complained of tiredness a lot over the years. Yet, now, I’m not tired. I am utterly fatigued. Mentally and emotionally overdrawn in every account. This fatigued isn’t something that will be fixed by a cup of hot chocolate and a night’s sleep. This fatigue comes after the sleep (if you can sleep that is) and appears before you’ve got out of bed. Sometimes, it feels like you can’t get out of bed. It’s too much. Everything is a trial. Everything is an effort. Everything. Having a shower, getting out of bed, getting dressed, you name it. The fatigue is all-encompassing. It controls every aspect of your life. I don’t want to cancel the evening out, but I simply haven’t got the energy to go.
There are days when I simply can’t think straight. Tasks that used to come quickly, easily and even naturally to me, I have to think about and really focus on completing. The fatigue is front and centre the whole time. There is no pill I can take, no amount of Red Bull is gonna give this girl wings and, though I rest when I can, no amount of downtime really helps. It is soul-destroying trying to live with this level of fatigue. Utterly soul-destroying.
The MS diagnosis changed my life in ways that I couldn’t have even imagined. Over the past 3 months, my level of acceptance of my situation has depleted rapidly. I’ve tried really hard to stay positive and see that having MS isn’t the end of the world. God knows I’ve tried. I spent years coming to terms with epilepsy. I truly don’t think I have it in me to accept, embrace and live alongside another life-changing condition. I follow umpteen folks on social media who seem to be able to deal with their MS. I do wonder, given what I know about my situation, whether they are telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Trying to spread positivity is fantastic, it really is. Yet I can’t apply it to my situation. And part of the problem is the bloody constant fatigue.
I actually deleted my FB account a few weeks ago. There were a couple of main reasons. Firstly, I was totally fed up with reading about the wonderful life of others. Yes, I’m completely aware that it’s not all sugar and spice and a lot is covering up a much harder truth. But I just couldn’t stand to see it. The second reason was seeing the bitterness creeping into my own posts. I could see what I was writing was oozing it. I didn’t like that and so I deleted the account. Do I miss it? No, not really. It’s a shame I don’t get to connect with some people as often, but I can put my hand on my heart and say, no, I don’t miss it. I’m left with other forms of media though and I’m able to contain my bitterness on those forums.
I was posting a bit about my fatigue. I thought by writing it down I might see a way through it. That didn’t work. I feel consumed by it. How do you accurately portray that? I’m trying to explore this with a neuropsychologist. It’s become really apparent to me, that I need help to deal with this diagnosis and find a way to accept it and live with it successfully. I’m crying as I write this, because, right now, I simply can’t see a way through it. I can’t see how I can regain Kirsty. It seems to me she has gone.
To be fair, I cry a lot these days too. Being so fatigued you can’t see straight isn’t conducive to dry tear ducts.
This post has been tough for me to write. It represents an opening of a window in the outer wall that surrounds me. My neuropsychologist, I may call him NP from now on, asked me why I don’t accept the fatigue I feel as physical, but rather as emotional. I couldn’t answer him, because I don’t know. It’s something I’m trying to explore. He wants me to try to accept that the fatigue really is real and it affects me in a physical way. That, obviously, is the high-level overview, there is obviously a lot more that has passed between me and NP but perhaps I’ll get to that…
I know this post is disjointed and I know it’s because it’s been really emotional for me to write it, but there you go. I was going to re-read, correct, amend and make it flow better, but you know what…I’m tired and I simply can’t be bothered. Perhaps there will be a part 2 sometime!
The next time someone tells you they are tired before you make a wisecrack, be sure they aren’t covering up something much bigger.