Saturday, November 19, 2016

When Just Existing is Hard, I Remember This

Today is hard, but I’m trying.

Today, the physical pain of my illness is keeping me from moving much, and the depression I feel over that is a constant thorn in my side.

But I’m trying.

Some days are good, some are bad, and some are worse. Logically, I know this. I know this from experience. But somehow it doesn’t always make it easier.

It’s not the physical pain that’s the worst. It’s the mental and emotional pain that goes with it.

It’s not trying to get through the things that need doing; it’s trying not to do them that is the struggle. There is a counter piled with dirty dishes and we have no clean spoons. The cat litter needs changed. I have an appointment that needs to be rescheduled, but the thought of talking on the phone when my migraine is screaming means it won’t be done today.

I have limits that my body and my illness has set for a reason, I remind myself. Pushing past them is a very bad idea.

I know this… but I still feel the weight of the things that need doing like a physical pull. And fighting the guilt for not doing them exhausting.

But I’m trying.

I’m trying to smile at the people and things I love.

I’d rather be crying, or raging at my limits, or both. I’d rather be curled up under my blanket avoiding them, but I’ve learned that this isn’t good for me, either, because the depression that is sinking its greedy claws into me is just waiting to isolate me and make me feel alone and hopeless.

It’s hard to fight its whispers, but I’m trying.

Today it is hard to exist.

You’d think that it would be easy to just breathe, wouldn’t you? To just let it all go when the pain digs into my brain and even thinking is hard…but it isn’t. Just breathing feels like the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and thoughts are running through my brain like manic mice.

Existing is hard, but I’m trying.

I’m holding on to the world by the skin of my teeth today. I’m remembering that there are good days, even if I can’t see them. I’m reminding myself that I still do good things, even if today I don’t feel good enough.

Today is hard, but I’m trying.

And for now, that is enough.

(Originally published on The Mighty. See my author page and other published articles here.)