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Belongs to: Therapist reacts to a 45 by Shinedown
I don’t fully relate with this song, but I definitely relate to certain aspects.
I don’t have people constantly putting me down, in fact It’s almost the opposite. I have people who want to help, but they can’t, just like I can’t, and apparently the medical system can’t.
The last 2 years of my life have been nothing short of a living hell for me medically. During my childhood I had episodes of extreme pain and muscle spasms. I saw so many specialists and spent weeks at a time inpatient for pain management. Finally they told us it’s some unknown neurological condition causing these episodes and they didn’t know how to treat me other than IV narcotics.
The episodes stopped during my late teen years and early 20s and we hoped I had grown out of it, but 2 years ago “it” returned with vengeance. Instead of lasting weeks, it’s now been over 2 years with a short break a year and a half ago.
During the 2-3 week reprieve I rolled my truck and suffered a TBI that went undiagnosed for 3-4 months, until the symptoms got so severe I could barely function and I started having difficulty speaking. I was sent to a neurologist who did an MRI and diagnosed me with the TBI. She commented she was surprised I had done as well as I had, normally TBIs like mine are not visible on an MRI, but mine was very visible.
I am not able to work, I get overwhelmed and shutdown very easily and quickly. I live with a headache, and talking can be challenging at times. I was finally making progress in my different therapies and I was starting to do more when the pain issues struck me again and landed me in the hospital for a week while we found an oral pain regiment that could keep my pain at a 6/10 which I can “live” with at home. It’s been 5 months now and I just tired.
The pain has been wearing away at me like water against a rock. Unfortunately, unlike one of my favorite songs,“I Am A Rock” by Simon and Garfunkel, I am not a rock or an island, and this relentless pain is wearing me away.
I try not to think about the future because no matter how many people tell me it will get better, it hasn’t gotten better. I only sink deeper and deeper towards the bottom, and every time I think I’ve hit the bottom, it turns out not to be. I don’t know, but it seems like the bottom will only be reached at the end of this life.
I go to bed each day praying to not wake up, but I’m cruelly woken up by the pain through the night just to remind me I’m still here.
I wouldn’t say I’m suicidal, I guess you could say I’m past that point. I’ve realized I can’t take that route out because of the pain it would cause my family. Now I’m just stuck here to suffer whatever torment and suffering this pain can come up with.
It might be strange to some people me writing all this out. For me it is an outlet to express all this, even though I know few, if any, will read it. I have few friends, non of whom I could share all this with. My family has done so much for me and has already suffered so much because of me. I I won’t burden them further by telling them I feel like they are the only thing blocking me from the sweet release I so desperately desire.