Hi all,
I had to take time away from most of the internet since it wasn’t helping me to spiral down MS related rabbit holes. However, I’m not sure what else to do at this point. This is a pity party post, and I apologize for it.
I’ve been dealing with a myriad of symptoms for over a year now. My sensory symptoms come and go throughout the day. However, symptoms affecting my left calf and knee stay fairly constant. I go through periods of my leg feeling better and less tired, usually lasting a few days or a week at most. It doesn’t last though. I go back to it feeling tight, tired and weak and the cycle continues.
I feel like I’m just slowly getting worse, and last week I pushed myself to stand and walk for too long. I spent maybe 45 minutes standing and walking around Goodwill with a cart. I thought I was okay until I tried getting in the car. My left leg felt so heavy and clumsy, even with me focusing to lift and move it. I had a panic attack in the car afterwards. I feel trapped in my own body.
My bathroom habits have also been awful for nearly a year now. My bowel movements have been chronically soft since March, and this hasn’t gotten better. I’ve tried adding more sources of fiber in my diet, drinking more water, fiber supplements, pre and probiotics, mindfulness and stress relieving activities, fermented foods, etc. Nothing helps.
I’ve just been dealing with it so far, but now I’m having issues passing these soft stools. I literally thought I had a solid movement this morning from the feeling of strain, but it wasn’t even formed. I want to believe it’s from stress, but I know it could be related to MS as well.
I’m waiting to get into another specialist so I can hopefully get a diagnosis, but I’m really struggling to not lose hope. Every day and week feels harder then the last, and there’s no end in sight. I feel like I’m going crazy, and if I didn’t have O bands, I’d believe that I’m doing all of this to myself. I keep ticking off more of the common symptoms of PPMS, and at this point I don’t have hope that it could be something else.
I try to give myself consolation by telling myself that at least I had 25 normal years before this. To be honest though, it hasn’t been helping recently. If I had known this was coming, I would have done things differently. I would have gotten married, had children, saved up more for the future, tried to buy a home, travel and enjoy life. I know I may still be able to do these things, and I’m trying to remember that. However, it’s always overshadowed by the worry of how much I’m going to lose to this as I get older.
I know being in limbo for so long hasn’t been helping my mental state. I’m sure the uncertainty of everything is where the majority of this hopeless feeling is coming from (I hope it is at least). I just don’t know how I can keep being happy when my life feels like a funeral that never ends. I’m always grieving and worrying about something, be it my physical mobility, dreams, sense of self, or how this is affecting the people I love. It’s a blanket of sadness draped over everything.
Have any of you lovely people been here? How do we rise above it? I refuse to believe that my life reached it’s peak at 25. I refuse to believe that I will always feel like this. There has to be more.