Depression, the ostomy version
Throughout my time with my dear friend Chuckles (my stoma's name), we have had some misadventures. I have always used humor to reckon with my struggles.
I started to notice a change in myself two months ago. I was tired. I have a bad hernia. I have been dealing with other health matters that have hindered me from doing a reversal.
Sometimes, I just feel so tired of living like this. It isn't just the ostomy. It's the behemoth of health issues in one big package. I just want some calm for awhile. Even a few weeks of having things be easier would feel like a dream.
I'm hitting one of those humps again. I don't know how much longer I can live like this.
Please note I don't really want advice. I just wanted to vent. I plan to go to therapy again when I am able financially but that time is not now.