I haven’t written at all the last few days. Thursday was the best day I’ve have mentally for months. The first day for as long as I can remember where there were no suicidal thoughts or feelings. The caveat was I felt like shite.
However, I got and did because those days are rare. The day before I’d spent hours with a friend talking and actually laughing. Then on the Thursday another friend came over and again we spent hours talking and laughing. Then I had therapy which was just ‘chewing the fat’ and then my dad came over for coffee. BUSY. Well, busy for me, just a standard day in my previous life.
But my day started with a text. My phone lives in do not disturb so I pick and choose when I have the capacity for contact but I do check it periodically for anything important. And I woke up to something important. DWP text me to say I had been awarded pip and a letter would be through in due course with further details.
This is a double edged knife really. On one side, I’ve finally been seen. Someone finally noticed me and my struggles. On the same side was also the relief of easing my financial stresses. Because all my funds are gone and £300 a month doesn’t stretch very far at all. Then there’s the other side of the knife. There in black and white…I’ve been deemed disabled. But the relief was what I felt most.
When I discussed the mixed feelings with my therapist and raised the ‘I’ve been deemed disabled’ part she raised a very valid point. It doesn’t mean forever. Right now, someone has acknowledged your struggles and deemed you worthy of help. But just for right now. Not always, not forever. Just this current period.
Maybe that was the kick of my good day, because we ALL know the toll financial stress can have on you. It’s heavy. Mine is also laden with guilt because my situation directly impacts those around me. My mum in particular, who not only cares for me but has been covering the bills while I’ve had barely anything coming in. So my financial struggles then in turn cause her financial struggles. So maybe that text just helped me feel able to breathe freely for a day.
My head hasn’t shown much positive response yet. I had that one good day but it’s been hell since. I get different types of pain in different locations around the right side of my head. Usually not all at once, just one or two types/locations at a time. Since the CGRP inhibitor it’s been all of it switched on all the time. So my out of 10 pain hasn’t changed much, but with it all switched on the out of 10 is irrelevant because it could be a 3/10 and still suck. But generally it’s a minimum of 8/10 and I see full marks every day.
I also feel super exhausted. Obviously being in pain constantly is exhausting but I wake up and feel like I haven’t slept and it’s too the bone exhaustion. Bella is also full of beans. My life has changed dramatically and so hers has too. She’s gone from being around other dogs and on 3-4 walks a week, with one usually been around 3 hours. She’s never been a daily walk dog, she’s lazy! She also went everywhere with me, the office, friends houses, pubs and cafes, the beach. She was there for it all, by my side near permanently. So will I’ve become this largely house bound exhausted person who’s rarely able to do anything it means she’s had to become the same. Like I said, she’s always been lazy but dogs get cabin fever too. Her separation anxiety has also got worse if I do manage to get out for a few hours and she doesn’t come. But then my separation anxiety from her has got worse too! Despite being my lazy dog, she’s bored and under stimulated and lonely. In turn, she’s nearly 10 and going through the terrible twos! I wish there was more I could do with her and for her. For both of us.
My Saturday mornings used to be so different. We’d get up early (like I also do) and jump in the car. Swing via Tesco express, crab coffee and a pastry and then drive out to Vallis Vale in Frome. Arrive 8am latest and leave somewhere around 11/12. It’s her favourite place and mine. The one place I can fully be present with no thoughts or emotions. Just at one with my dog and nature. Out of everything I’m no longer able to do this is the part I miss the most. The drive would be too much for me, and if someone else drove it’s not worth it for the distance I’m able to walk before my pain gets too bad. Also, while I enjoy the occasional walk with company, this particular walk became my alone time. My time to be grounded and at peace. So it’s not the same with company.
I told myself that when I get better before I even consider going back to work I will take a holiday. Because I never have, and I don’t want to return to the same ‘work before everything else’ mindset. I can’t handle stress anymore and from this I’ve learned what is important and what is not. My core values. But I was wrong. The very first thing I’m going to do is take Bella to Vallis Vale for our long walk. And I’m going to do this as often as I can. And we’ll go to the beach again, and watch the sunrise at the top of Cley Hill and have ice cream at Shearwater. We’ll do it all because while I know I need a holiday, my dog does too!