As you know, I write this blog as a person who lives with a chronic illness because that’s the life I know. I am sure that many can relate to my experiences even if they are healthy, or so I like to think.
Here is something that I hate: even though I consider myself a hopeless optimist, living with a chronic illness can be damn lonely. How is it that I can feel lonely even when I’m surrounded by people? It’s nothing that can be easily explained, but it’s the kind of loneliness that makes me feel empty. It can eat at my soul, rob me of much needed sleep, and take my smile away (which is generally not an easy thing to do). It can make me withdraw from everything and everyone, and it can turn to fear in a matter of seconds. It’s true that fear can be irrational, but with the uncertainty that is MS, fear is constantly in the background even when you’re feeling your best because everything about this disease is scary. Everything.
It’s not just about MS itself, but it’s also about relationships and how they change through the course of illness. I know people want to help and they always say things like “if there is anything I can do….”, but there isn’t. They can’t make it go away and neither can I. Then they feel helpless and I can’t make them feel any better, which makes me feel even worse. Plus there is always the frustration that comes with feeling like my body is letting me down despite how hard I work to stay strong and healthy. It’s very easy to get wrapped up in an endless cycle of negativity, and it’s very difficult to escape it. Simple tasks become overwhelming, adding stress, consequently causing symptoms to flare.
I fight so hard to stay optimistic, but when I’m feeling vulnerable, the tiniest thing can shatter my strength. It is during those times that I feel the loneliest, and I withdraw because I don’t want anyone to see me as anything but the true optimist that I believe I am.
What I am absolutely certain of is that having feelings like this doesn’t mean that I’m not an optimist. It simply means that I am human, and that I am entitled to experience the full range of human emotions. It’s what connects me to everyone and everything I know.
So as much as I allow myself these moments, I do not allow myself to dwell on anything for long. I have a husband who stays by my side through it all, and an amazing MS family who loves and supports me no matter what. Plus I have some incredible former students, and of course other friends and family members who deserve to see me as my true self: yes, I have moments of weakness, sadness, and depression. But I am a firm believer that tomorrow will always be better, and when the clouds clear, the view is always spectacular.
This week I am working hard at sifting through the lemons I am finding in front of me so that I can get to work on that lemonade. But I have no doubt that I will be pouring myself a glass very shortly…and it will be at least half full, and as sweet as ever.