I’m done. I give up. I don’t know what to do.
I have fibromyalgia. Everything hurts, all the time. I am missing tons of work, and I don’t think that can continue for much longer. I hate my job - I’d probably like it if I didn’t spend every moment waiting to go home so I can sleep and escape the pain. It’s an office job, so it’s not exactly hard work or anything.
I have to horses. One is leased out, the other has a partboarder. I am terrified that I am going to lose them. They are pretty much the only true enjoyment in my life - I only get to see them once a week, really because the rest of the time I’m too sick.
I live with my parents (just graduated university, the job is my first “real” job). Trying to save up money to get a car/move out/ect, but it’s kind of impossible when I miss so many days of work. Parents understand as much as they can, but I feel like a failure. My dad has a chronic disease too and he’s done the whole career/family/good life thing anyway. This makes me feel like even more of a failure because I just can’t measure up.
I’m usually at my boyfriend’s about half of the week. He too is wonderful and understanding, but still doesn’t get it. We have 3 cats and a rabbit together. When I’m at his house is basically (aside from the barn) the only happiness I get. Mostly I just sleep and rest when I am there. There is no sex or anything, because a) I’m always in pain and B) I don’t care. I wish I was interested, for the boyfriend’s sake but I’d honestly rather just hug a cat and go to bed.
I have depression and anxiety, alongside the fibro. They’re just getting worse. I feel like a whiner and a failure. I don’t go to work because I don’t care - I know I need to suck it up and go, but I just don’t care. I don’t care about anything, except for my animals.
I’m getting fat because of the meds, and because aside from my once a week ride, I don’t do anything. I can’t do anything. Anything more than once a week = me missing work.
I’m on the meds, I’ve done the therapy. There are a lot of things i could do (eat healthier, ect.) but I just don’t care. I have given up and resigned myself to the fact that I will be in pain for the rest of my life.
I’m not suicidal. My life is pretty good, despite all of that. However, if I was hit by a bus today, I wouldn’t care.
I just don’t know what to do.
Thanks for listening, COTH.