I feel like I’ve gone over this time and time again, vomiting positive bullshit out of my mouth. Trying to convince myself the pain is not that bad, the situation will get better and tomorrow is a new day. You know, all the positive things I hear other people say, I’ve been trying to trick my mind into believing them.
The problem is, this is now the third week I’ve been feeling like this. I don’t even really know what’s wrong, I just know everything hurts and I’m super tired. So then I have to wonder, am I depressed?
I mean I honestly have no idea, maybe I am and I just don’t know? I guess it’s possible. The only thing I do know for sure is how guilty I feel over the condition of my physical state.
I keep thinking it’s my fault. I mean, it is just so hard for me to understand how my life ended up here. For so many years, I felt a little sense of pride working as hard as I could, through illness, pain and fatigue. Now I can’t even get out of my bed before noon because of my symptoms. Everything takes me so much longer now and there isn’t really a good way to explain that to people. How do you explain to someone that you look exactly the same, but you can’t do half of what you used to? Doesn’t make sense to a lot of people, shit it doesn’t make sense to me either.
But it is what it is. At the end of the day, this is still my life and I’m the one has to learn to manage it.
So even though every square inch of my body aches and I know if I close my eyes I’d fall back to sleep, I’m going to get up out of this bed and go to the gym. The Heart Failure Doctor told me to build up leg muscles so that is what I’m going to try and do.
In the end, losing weight and building up leg muscles may not make me feel any better. In fact, it could actually make things worse since it’s believed exercising is linked to the progression of ARVD. However, I just have to get up and do it anyways since it appears to be my last option in this fight against my body.