A wonderful and deeply moving post from my friend Cass. I had to reblog this. It’s such a stunning piece of writing, and captures our isolation and desperation so perfectly. Be well soon, darling Cass. X
My stomach is aching.
It hasn’t been this way for months.
I can feel every tiny thing that I consume, struggle to digest in my stomach.
The medication is meant to work.
Why isn’t it working?
How did my stomach just… change?
I think back to my diet over the past few days.
I must’ve slipped up, I must’ve slipped up somewhere.
But I can’t find where I went wrong.
It bubbles and gurgles away; bile rising to the back of my throat.
I sit outside for air, I drink digestive tea, I chew Peppermint Gum, I take anti-nausea medication, anti-stomach cramping medication… anything and everything.
The feeling doesn’t change.
I scroll away at Social Media, feeling further isolated from society.
Birthdays being celebrated under the stars,
Falling in love and going on romantic dates,
Exploring the world,
Working for great companies,
Absorbing knowledge through courses,
Tasting new cultures,
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Beautiful post from Cass, and a lovely tribute by you, Fibro Chick. 😢❤
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Thankyou, Rick.
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Oh, darling. It doesn’t seem possible, does it? That in this day and age, with all the much vaunted medical breakthroughs, that someone, somewhere can’t get to the bottom of your illness and actually HELP you get well. I feel you, I truly do.
The depression aspect, the having to at least LOOK like you’re coping so other people close to you don’t worry…..it sucks your emotional energy, it swallows your soul.
Poor, beautiful. Cass. I’d come and sit with you for hours if I wasn’t on the other side of the world. In a heartbeat.
I know you’re in terrible pain, my lovely, talented, lonely friend. But my God, your writing is stunning. I’m rebogging this.
Very much love, dear Cass. Xxxxxx
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