Sometimes I can’t accept it
Once in a while I have moments where I re-realize and remember what’s really going on with me and it hits me like a truck. I was organizing all of my pills for the week and was just staring at my handful of carbamazepine ready to distribute into different pill boxes and looked at my pill organizer, and thought, “I can’t believe this is my life now”. I never expected to be the type of person who needed to take so many meds just to be able to function. Now I’m thinking about it and I just can never fully digest it. I cried and cried about how I will never truly have answers or an escape. Most conditions can be cured or reversed through lifestyle changes or temporary medication. But me? I’m just stuck, and there’s no end in sight.
Let’s just say I’m looking forward to therapy in a couple of days.
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