ok, I know this is probably a difficult subject, but honestly how do you deal with the self pity?
I’m a healthy 38yo, mother of 2, diagnosed 9 years ago after just 1 attack. Thankfully totally fine for the last 9 years but hit almost 3 weeks ago with a nasty relapse. I’m struggling to walk and had to resort to a wheelchair for a day out today, and it broke me. Having my 8 and 6 year old push me around was heart breaking, how do I deal with this?
im so sad right now, I don’t know what to do, I don’t know who to talk to. My husband is [removed by moderator] shared, drinking far too much because he doesn’t know how to cope. How do you do it?
My family are remote and have no idea of the everyday struggles I’m having, my friends are great but have their own lives (and I probably haven’t let them in on my struggles as much as I could) How do I pick myself up I and carry on? It’s so hard dealing with this. Knowing I will probably be in a wheelchair long term before too long. It’s not fair