I have been sick now, in some form or another, since early September. Now that I’ve been through staph, removal of huge pilonidal cyst, bronchitis twice, my doctor tells me this week that I have pneumonia. Seriously?
All of this sickness is making me depressed. It is throwing my world off-kilter and I can’t seem to get it to straighten out. I am not interested in anything, feel like sleeping all of the time, and am not enjoying being around people. I am annoyed and irritable. I can’t see a way out. My brain is telling me that all of these physical illnessess will never go away.
I thought blogging might help, but my heart isn’t in it. I just came home from QoB’s and, while I almost always enjoy my time there, it wasn’t doing it for me. Trying to keep up a conversation took such energy and I just didn’t have it. I found myself being annoyed with myself that I couldn’t just be happy and enjoy her company. So I left.
Now I’m at home. I like being at home. My dogs are here, I have nice places to sit and relax, it is comforting. But sometimes I feel lonesome. At the same time, however, I can’t stand the thought of being around anyone. It all takes too much effort, and that seems to be effort that I don’t have right now.
Part of me thinks that I am talking myself into being depressed, that this is all my fault. These feelings are not true and I am giving up and giving in. Because that is what I do. I have been trying to do things to ward off these feelings — meditating, sacred self, sitting in front of my sun lamp, staying in a routine. But I feel like my whole heart isn’t in it.
I keep hearing this voice inside my head, “You’re depressed. You’re letting yourself go down that road. You are so lazy. Why can’t you just be happy?” That last one…”why can’t you just be happy…” bothers me the most. I don’t understand why I can’t just be happy. I am pretty sure that I was enjoying being happy before all of this illness came upon me. Now everything feels wrong.
What happened to all of that energy, all of those good feelings? Why didn’t I enjoy it more when I had it and what can I do to get it back? When will I start feeling less sick all of the time? Am I still sick or am I just depressed and my mind is telling me I’m sick?
I can’t find anything truly good to say. I have cases at work that are stressing me out, and I feel like there isn’t anything I can do to make some of these situations better. There is a lot of in-fighting in my office area and it is becoming just so very clear to me that my supervisor likes to stir the pot. I am almost dreading going to work every day because I am being faced with these impossible cases and all of the tension and back-stabbing that is going on in my office area. I just don’t know how to move forward, tell myself that I am doing all I can. I really feel off my game.
At work, a lot of times I feel like I give and give and give and help and help and help and no one gives a shit. I guess if, at this age, I am still expecting to be patted on the back and given an “atta girl” that I am out of my damn mind. It used to be different, though. At least I thought it did.
I want to be a good person, a better person. I want to be happy and live my life free. I want to have the energy that it takes to do these things. I want to not have to take all of these pills and inhalers and pills and inhalers and pills and still feel sick.
I am annoying myself, so I must end.