Yesterday I wrote about my fears concerning my health, and the possibility of my Crohn’s disease being active again.
I’m pretty sure that it’s not the Crohn’s that’s causing problems for me. I’ve been researching extensively, and I’ve noticed that I have all of the symptoms of SIBO. Small Intestinal Bacterial Overgrowth.
I’m not going to go into that right now, though.
For many years, I dated a man who didn’t quite believe in the severity of my health issues. He couldn’t grasp that my fatigue actually prevented me from being able to be more involved in the world. No matter how hard I tried to convince him, his cluelessness held steady.
One thing he said that stayed with me, was that he thought I was more overwhelmed by life, then sick.
As annoyed as I was with him, this idea resonated with me.
I don’t agree with him entirely. My illness, and physical health have done a lot to prevent me from living the kind of life that I wish I could.
At the same time, I DO feel overwhelmed most days. Not because I have so much planned, or too many chores, or anything like that.
Have you ever felt at all like you are a imposter on this planet? I imagine this is sounding funky. I’m not going to get into the arena of aliens from outer-space, though often I do feel like one.
I just feel like I don’t belong here. I’ve felt this way, ever since I can remember. Part of me wants to curl up and withdraw into my apartment, and never come out.
People tell me I’m smart and talented. I really appreciate their compliments. What I’d really like to be is socially adept. Being smart in one way, doesn’t mean that you are necessarily smart in others.
It’s not that I am totally incapable of interacting with people. It just doesn’t come easily. Socializing with people in groups completely freaks me out.
I have several friends in Ashland, but they are very busy people. While all of this alone time drives me crazy, it is also safer than the alternative.
Making new friends is a challenge. Partly because I’m 50, and no longer in college. Partly because I get nervous when I meet new people, and I don’t necessarily shine early on in relationships.
Suffering from depression regularly doesn’t make things easy, either. It complicates the equation of life. Am I not getting out of bed, because I feel really sick, or because I’m depressed? It can be tough for me to differentiate.
My grandmother suffered from depression. She and my grandfather rarely left their house. At this point in my life, I can understand why.