Stay Positive

So, lately I’ve been having a rough time both physically with the Cystic Fibrosis, and also a little bit mentally.

Physically, I’ve been having a rough time with the allergy season, It has sapped my energy, and made my face itchy, watery, and red…lol…it sucks…

Mentally, I’m having a bit of trouble, I’m alone a lot and I’m struggling to figure out what to do with my downtime, especially when I don’t have energy to do shit…

Making yourself do things when you don’t feel good is one thing, but when you feel extra shitty, its damn near impossible, and when moving is taxing it takes it to a whole new level.

I see and hear about what people are doing and it bums me out…I try my hardest to stay positive, which is very hard to do, and 5 years ago I would’ve had a serious breakdown by now, probably gone on a bender and paid for it for several months afterwards. Now, I have gotten my shit together since then, but mentally it is never going to be easy to go through life with CF.

I am always going to have to be strong mentally, not being rock solid will lead to my demise, and not metaphorically, but literally…it definitely takes a toll on you knowing things will NEVER get easier, in fact they’ll only get harder.

It is a mind f#ck and then some…but, I am strong, and I will stay positive, and I will make it…

I have made the resolve of my inner strength being solid, I have an iron will, and it cant be broken. Maybe temporarily damaged, but nothing will ever break me totally again, ever. To tell the truth knowing that is the only thing that keeps me going…is that I wont break, life will have to get rid of me to break me, and even then I hope to leave behind a legacy that outlasts my time here physically.

With that I’m gonna go listen to some rap, and get in the mood to dominate when I wake up tomorrow!! Do what you gotta do…

 

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Feeling better!

So, if you’re following any of my posts you know I had a small breakdown just a day ago…well, like I said in that post they don’t last too long  and I already feel a good bit better.

But, it did a number on me that day, and night…so much so that I had to dip into my reserve of anxiety meds which I don’t like to take a lot for that particular reason, when I need them I NEED them to work…lol. and the less you take them the better they work when you need them.

With something like Cystic Fibrosis this kind of thing is unavoidable, it happens incrementally thought the week, you have ups and downs, but some days are literally just hell on earth type days, that one was falling into that category for sure!

Anyways, I handled it as best I could, and shared it with y’all to show you how easily it is to go from “good” to “bad” with something like CF and not in a physical way (well yes physically) but that time more so mentally…So, I took my meds, meditated, then hooked up to some video games to blow some steam off…it worked, by the time late night/early morning rolled around I was able to sleep a bit, and today am doing much better!

So, with that I am going to go watch some basketball, as Northwestern made history today making it into and then winning their first NCAA tournament, something 78 years in the making. But, that and a couple of other games totally screwed my bracket up…oh well, that’s “March Madness” for you…lol.

Hopefully everyone has a good rest of the week, and if you’re watching these games have as much fun as I do getting into them!

 

 

 

The Plunge…this sucks!

Well, I’ve kind of been waiting for this to happen for a few days since I’ve been naturally feeling not terrible, and have been enjoying watching some really good basketball games…I’ve been elated, enjoying the natural high of life. But…waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It just hit me like a ton of bricks, as I am sitting here watching some game recaps, I feel that nasty pit of the stomach feeling start to churn, it is angst, dread, fear, loneliness, just discomfort on a deep psychological level. The other side of the effect of waiting for the other shoe to drop type feeling, well it has dropped. And it is ripping my stomach apart as I try to control it.

I literally just made a post probably less than an hour ago, and I wasn’t in this mood. I know all people experience this kind of thing, just maybe not in this amplified of an impact. Having Cystic Fibrosis I am used to dealing with discomfort both physically and mentally, and I have a pretty well developed sense of how it is impacting me and how I can keep it in check. Having said that, I also have NO control sometimes, and this is one of those times.

I am sitting here at 12:30 am, I’m alone, and uncomfortable…in a terrible way. These are the times I anticipate with fear, almost more than anything else. The feeling of dread fills my mind, and my stomach in trying to rip its way out of my body to find an escape.

I usually wouldn’t share this type of stuff, I wasn’t raised to complain, but I’m trying to be as real as possible and make this site/blog raw, real, and not sugar coated…I was raised well, and raised with the idea that you don’t complain unless you need to, “don’t cry wolf” I guess would be the best way to describe my discipline in this area. There are times I need help, physically, and even mentally…but, if I always say how crappy I feel I would be complaining almost constantly and more so when it gets bad, but this is one of those times. So,where I usually just suffer in silence as to not create stress and tension among the ones I love, I am using this as my outlet. Trying to share my pain in an attempt to understand it better myself, but also to show how much of an impact something like CF has one people aside from the physical affects.

Obviously, this will subside at some point…but I don’t know when. So, until then I will try to distract myself with meditation, video games, TV, anything to take my mind off of this for just enough time for it to fall to the back burner in my already scrambled brain. As I said I don’t usually share this stuff because it Is my shit to deal with, I am trying to be more open, and hopefully shed some light on what impact an invisible illness has on the person, like I said, aside from the physical impact.

So, with that I am off to distract myself, I apologize if this post seems to just be a long winded complaint. That wasn’t really my intention, but I think it was the outcome.