I’m very well aware that recently the posts have been positive and life affirming for me. Well, I’m writing today and I haven’t stopped greeting….
Now; this could be the new med I just started yesterday, it could be PMT or it could be that getting dumped unceremoniously by text while on holiday (don’t worry, it was just a few dates) was the straw that broke the camels back in a shit show of a year!
Whatever the cause, you all know by now that pouring it out in a wee blog post is my coping mechanism.
Hedging my bets, I contacted both the NHS psychologist who has been my therapist for the last 3 rounds and The Moira Anderson Foundation who I had my first lot of therapy with; way back when I hadn’t even been diagnosed with anything yet.
I had been having a bit of a spiral anyway and had very sensibly (even if I do say so myself) referred myself back to therapy. My physical health has been shocking since before Christmas and the wait to see consultants has been long. I’ve been absolutely terrified about the ramifications of my health on my quality of life and safe to say, that, along with the usual shite has had me bouncing off the walls.
The Moira Anderson Foundation is a charity that you can also self refer to if you fit their criteria. I think it’s worth mentioning that if you are in crisis or just need to start the healing process. There are charities out there that offer the same services, my G.P. initially gave me their details so it’s definitely worth a conversation if you want to get started. This time, I would have waited 5 months for NHS help but was only 10 weeks with the charity.
As always, none of these posts are for you to feel sorry or pity me. Just to tell it like it is in the hope that it resonates with someone somewhere.
The constant unknown with what’s going on physically has certainly taken it’s toll over the last 8 months and I’m hanging on in there. Using all my mental health toolbox to help. It’s not just the ‘usual’ crazy symptoms but not knowing if it might not be lupus after all and why you are having headaches that are taking away your vision and speech then throw in weird wee non epileptic seizures and it’s all a wee bit scary for a girl.
This post is really me taking a breath, I finally got to see a rheumatologist last week and have a wee appointment to see if I actually have a brain this week. I can only hope for some clarity soon…..
But; as usual it’s necessary to be grateful for the amazing things that have also happened in that time.
I tried to finish school, published 2 articles, project managed a one day wellness festival with my pal, organised a surprise birthday, kept up with the amazing East end community radio as long as I could, tip toed in the depths of online dating (I’m sure the majority of men in Glasgow have no emotional maturity whatsoever) (wee dig? Well if the shoe fits but let’s not get bitter 😉) and finally managed an amazing week in the sun with a dear friend. This makes it even more frustrating that I’m feeling so rubbish, I just had the best week away relaxing and soaking up the sun and laughing with a pal. 2 days later, I’m not loving life and it’s doing my head in.
And then; logic kicks in and I have to remind myself that I managed all of this whilst in the middle of the worst flare of whatever is wrong with me that I’ve had in years. I’ve been admitted to hospital several times, so it’s no wonder I’m shimmying back to some talking therapy to ground myself again.
I’ve never been great at pacing myself and the end result is probably feeling like this. But the main thing, I think. Is to recognise what’s going on, be accountable for it and take the right steps to make yourself feel better. I harp on about this all the time but it’s time to take my own advice. Be kind to yourself first and foremost, don’t forget your own power, practice gratitude and try to live with grace even when you feel like howling at the moon!
Big love as always from me 💜