I just struggle to accept that I asked for help so many times and was convinced I was physically ill in spite of them, and then my GP gaslit me and was convinced that I was depressed etc just once and excercised and now my life is destroyed forever and my partners (same infectious trigger, moderate functioning) and I'll never really walk anywhere but the bathroom again. It's too much. If it's really a lottery maybe I'm not as strong as you all. I had dreams and I can't let them go even through I tried. My pre ME life was a nightmare too. How could this be allowed to happen over and over? It's too much. It's too fucking much.
I'm glad that you have all made peace with the idea. I can't accept this life. You are all much stronger than me.
I am not psychologically capable of being this ill. I was moderate for a few months and could sort of manage that.
I was not a runner and I ran. I did yard work. I moved house after crashing to moderate. Became severe. No one paid me. I was privileged, I didn't need to. I could have lived the rest of my life mild and now I'm ruined. How can this be allowed to happen. I'm not naive but I'm still shocked.
A treatment that helps me somewhat is the only thing I have to live for. If that truly isn't coming, I have no reason to live.