I just got off the phone with my mom and I'm in tears. I'm feeling bloated and weak and tired, possibly due to my oral prednisone treatment. I'm scared and sad. She just kept telling me that I should distract myself and not think about my hair. I told her it's hard not to think about it every day when I look into the mirror. It's hard not to think about it when I run my fingers through the hair I have left and feel the bald spots. I told her that I'm thinking it's very probable that I will eventually lose all my hair. She said I shouldn't think like that and that I should think positively. Honestly, I don't really want to get my hopes up for fear of having them crushed. I want to start accepting that it's a real possibility and that it may be something I'll have to deal with.
My boyfriend and I are on a "break." I hate him for needing his space to figure out his own life right now. I know it's selfish, but I wish he were more supportive during this tough time for me. I have been with him a year, helping him get through his chronic kidney disease. Worrying about him really took its toll on me, but I was by his side through and through. Now that I need him for support, he can't be here for me. His health has improved so much that he's no longer on the transplant list. I'm happy for him, and I just wish he could support me the way I did for him. It hurts so bad. I would think that of all people, he would understand the most how painful of a time this is and how much it would help to have a loved one around.
I feel like I can't cry to my mom because she doesn't really want to acknowledge how bad I feel. She keeps saying "it could be worse." That just makes me feel worse for feeling this way in the first place. Am I supposed to just brush it off because I'm not dying? It's still an autoimmune disease. It's still a piece of my physical self that I'm losing. Can't I mourn a little bit? Can't I be mad at the world for now? I have done everything right my whole entire life. I have never smoked. I never done drugs. I have eaten healthy and exercised. I just wish they could understand that I feel betrayed by the world for this to happen to me. It's so unfair. I sometimes wonder what I did to deserve this.
This blog wasn't meant to be a sob story or to get people to pity me. It's just that I feel like I have no where else to turn to without feeling bad for even mentioning it. I feel so alone, and the only thing that makes me feel a little better is reading everyone else's posts here. We're strangers to each other, yet we share a bond that only we can truly understand and sympathize with. I pray for God to give me strength. I think I'm just going to go to bed now, and hope for a better day.
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