Coming to terms with a diagnosis of a long term condition can be difficult. Our bodies and minds are attempting to adjust to the new situation we find ourselves in. We feel a loss for our lives prior to illness. In a way we might approach the loss like we would if we were grieving the loss of a loved one or relationship. Speaking from my own personal experience with fibromyalgia I went through and continue to go through the various stages of grief.
The concept of grieving for your life before illness has been written about multiple times. Lisa Sniderman touches on it in her book A Light In the Darkness, as well as other chronic illness writers and bloggers. I recently read an article by Angie Ebbe – Grieving My Old Life After A Chronic Illness Diagnosis published on Healthline.com. Angie wrote about the time she was sitting on her floor going through her much loved high heels. She was no longer able to wear them due to her condition. This reminded me of several times where I found myself in similar situations. It is this reason that I wanted to share my ongoing grieving process.
How can it only be ten years when it….
Feels like a lifetime ago. Before my symptoms started I was an average 30- year-old woman. working in a job that I liked, I had a social life. The possibilities of what I could do with my life was infinite and then it happened. I began to experience more and more symptoms that robbed me of my job, my social life and for a while my dreams.
Grieving doesn’t go in a straight line
If you’ve had the misfortune to experience grief first hand you will know that the process of grieving differs from person to person. One may start with anger, whereas another may start with denial or depression. They may also find that they experience some of the stages then go back to a stage they’d already experienced.
Grieving for life before chronic illness, feels like you’re stuck on a carousel that won’t stop. Whenever a new symptom starts or you experience a particularly difficult flare, you take one or several steps back. Only to feel like you might be coming to the end of the process and properly accepting your diagnosis for
Grief is like the ocean. It comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All you can do is learn to swim.
Me and my grief
It took some time, I couldn’t say how much time had passed before I began to experience the other stages of grief. When the anger towards my diagnosis appeared it was like a tsunami. I was angry at everything and everyone. The doctors for not believing me, the universe for thrusting this incurable condition on me. I questioned myself as a person. Was a bad person, did I do something to deserve this? After some time I realised that I wasn’t a bad person and that I hadn’t done anything to deserve fibromyalgia it was just a case of very bad luck that I will have to live with.
I was no stranger to depression, before my diagnosis I was on medication for depression. Once my acceptance of my diagnosis wore off my depression took a nose dive, It felt like my life was over, that I would be better dead. Getting out of bed was difficult. I shut myself away from the world and the people who loved and cared for me.
Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt
Denial and bargaining are hard feelings to process when your body doesn’t let you forget that you are in never-ending
With the right support group, a positive mindset and time, I hope that the feeling of loss for the old me will be easier to deal with. The ride has been long, bumpy & I expect that there may be some more setbacks, but as Dory says “just keep swimming, Just keep swimming”. We can get through this together!!
Have you grieved for your life before chronic illness? How did you learn to deal with the loss of your old life? Let me know in the coments.