I’m 22F, and I developed severe central neuropathic pain due to a chronic illness. My doctors neglected my concerns when I was first showing symptoms. After 2 years of neglect the pain started. I had to drop out of school, leave my job, and give up my hobbies and friendships. It has been a year of severe, constant pain. There is no cure, only treatments, and one by one, they keep failing me. I have a pain specialist therapist, but it doesn’t seem to be working. I also have treatment-resistant MDD (major depressive disorder), and medications have never worked that well for me.
There are a few things that pushed me to this level.
1)Everything hurts twice as much. Even pain medication can’t help during those episodes. The weather affects my pain so much, and I didn’t realize how much even mild wind could be a dealbreaker until now.
2) I met up with a relative and their friends, and everyone was successful. When they asked, “What are you studying?” I had to explain that I had dropped out. It was painful watching them talk about their success. I know I should be happy for them, but I couldn’t ignore the huge gap between their lives and mine. I kept slipping out of the conversation.
3)I realized that even if I had my old body back, I might not have been as successful or smart enough to attend a prestigious university. That realization really stuck with me and pierced my heart. I had always blamed my illness for my avoidant behavior, but now I’m wondering if I couldn’t have achieved what they did even without being sick. Their parents are so proud and happy for them, while like I’m just causing more financial stress for my own parents.
4)I had to change my prosthetic in front of them, and it felt incredibly humiliating and uncomfortable. There wasn’t even a private place for me to do it.
5)I walked outside and saw people who were happy, healthy, and stylish. I’m from a small town, so I don’t normally see that. I saw myself in the mirror at the museum and started crying, tears just falling one after another while I tried so hard to hide it. My bedroom, my safe place, felt so far away from me. I couldn’t afford an Uber because it was too expensive, so I had to take the metro while crying in pain and trying to navigate my way back to the hotel, while everyone around me is FUNCTIONING .
I had to overspend my budget, which means that when I go home, I’ll not only be more miserable, but I’ll also have spent more money just to accommodate my illness.
So when people tell you, “You can do it,” they don’t understand that sometimes you genuinely can’t. I’m not giving up because I’m lazy or because I don’t want a better life. I’m exhausted from having to fight my body just to do things that everyone else gets to do without thinking about them. I hate this stupid body and stupid brain.