Ok, so I have got to the end of the horrible diagnosis journey. It’s horrible and I truly feel for those still on it. I feel bad posting this as, I know when I was focused on getting a diagnosis that was a frustrating journey and very emotionally challenging. But somehow I am finding the hear and now even harder. Sorry everyone who really does not need to hear someone saying that.
Ok, so I am lucky I keep telling myself that but emotionally it is not being excepted. I am able to walk, talk & work full time. Just. I am even succeeding in walking the dog on my days off. I just feel like I am running low on ‘can do’. I am so tird and fed up with this now. It’s like, I have carried on doing everything I need / want to do through a period of illness, but now I feel like my emotional reserves are running out.
I don’t know how to find the drive. I think the fear of the unknown of what the futcher holds is part of my problem. Also the Realizatdion that I need to be more honest about where I am with those I care about. I have told the ‘world’. That I have ms and everyone is doing their best to be supportive, but … I don’t know