Today I woke up exhausted and in pain. My brain, as usual when the pain gets bad, turned to depression and crushing anxiety.
Thoughts like, “I cant do this,” or “I may as well give up,” or “how can I go to work today?” rush through my head. I have a rare progressive connective tissue disorder.
It’s like if Crohn’s, Ehlers-Danlos and Elastagirl had a baby. It’s hard, very hard. Constantly worrying if I can go to work, afford my meds if I don’t work or worried I’ll get fired if I take a sick day.Read more on themighty.com