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February is the month of love. The world likes to remind me of it every day; emails flooding my inbox of gift ideas from retailers on what to buy that special someone. My social media feeds drown in stories of love and relationships and cliched quotes about romance. But these do not invoke warm feelings or feeling included. Instead, I find myself shrouded by loneliness; dating and my life with chronic illness seem so incompatible. Seeing so many revelling in Valentine’s celebrations is another painful reminder that I am single, still alone. Will anyone love me as I am? Will I ever find love?

Many of us dream of a love story to rival that from our favourite romance; or swept off our feet by a tall, dark stranger straight out of a Nicholas Sparks book. Such affairs, however, appear to be unattainable in the real world. Unfortunately, reality rarely plays out as they do in fiction. And men like those in Nicholas Sparks novels seemingly do not exist.

In truth, dating and the hunt to find love can be immensely challenging for anyone. It is a pursuit that requires you to put yourself out there act confident despite feeling self-conscious and vulnerable whilst trying to show the best possible version of yourself. So imagine how difficult it would be to navigate the dating field while living with the demands of chronic illness.

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"Dating can be immensely challenging for anyone. But imagine how difficult it would be to navigate the dating field while living with the demands of chronic illness." Share on X

Dating and Chronic Illness: Does it Make Me Undesirable?

In the world of social media and the abundance of perfect, photoshopped images of what a ‘perfect’ body should look like, every one of us has insecurities about how we look. Whenever we look in a mirror or scrutinise ourselves in a selfie, our flaws and imperfections are immediately apparent. When I look in a mirror, I have never thought of myself as pretty or attractive; in my mind, I can still hear voices calling me ugly or a freak, as if I only heard them yesterday.

As I glance at myself in the mirror, I catch sight of evidence of how illness has changed my appearance. The constant pallor of my complexion and the neverending dark circles under my eyes; because of many nights being unable to sleep because of persistent, unbearable pain. The light and sparkle have disappeared from my eyes as my symptoms continue to dominate. And every movement, every step is a painful reminder of how chronic illness has utterly altered how my body works and its limitations. Or not, as the case may be.

Thanks to FND, my walking looks ugly. It isn’t cute or coordinated like everyone around me; instead, I more resemble Bambi as he learns to walk for the first time. It’s shaky, unsteady, and insecure. And worst of all, it all happens in slow-motion. I’m unable to rush just in case I trip over my own feet or fall over in a heap on the floor. So I move slowly, attracting stares, stares either out of curiosity or concern, but stares which I swear I can physically feel.

Dating and Chronic Illness: I Am More Likely to Draw Pity or Ridicule Than Admirors or Potential Suitors

As I walk, I attract attention, just not the kind of wanted attention. My walking isn’t likely to attract admirers or suitors but more likely to draw pity or ridicule. In such moments, I am wholly self-conscious and self-loathing of my declining, uncooperative body.

"As I walk, I attract attention, just not the kind of wanted attention. My walking isn't likely to attract admirers or suitors but more likely to draw pity or ridicule." Share on X

An unaccommodating body makes dating or pursuing any kind of relationship much more challenging. It’s hard to go on dates when the fatigue is intense, or the pain is so excruciating that I cannot stay still because I am in so much discomfort. It’s hard to plan dates when I don’t know how I will feel tomorrow. The thought of going on a date is anxiety-provoking when I am clueless as to if or when my legs will suddenly collapse from under me. And especially as I never know if I will get back up or even walk.

"It's hard to go on dates when the fatigue is intense, or the pain is so excruciating that I cannot stay still because I am in so much discomfort. It's hard to plan dates when I don't know how I will feel tomorrow." Share on X

My inability to leave the house alone makes dating and chronic illness much more incompatible. I cannot drive because of the persistent, debilitating symptoms, making arriving at a date near impossible. I am constantly in the dark as to when next my legs will give way or if I will be able to get back up if they do; the severity of such symptoms has meant that it is not safe for me to go out on my own.

How Can I Make Somebody Else My Condition, When I Don’t Always Understand It Myself?

There are so many unknowns surrounding the neurological disorder I share my life with; how can I make another person understand when I’m unable to myself? It’s tough to explain the limitations of where I can go or why venues with high ceilings trigger such debilitating symptoms. It’s hard to be vulnerable and let someone into my life with a chronic illness, especially as people have doubted that I am even sick or implied that my symptoms are ‘all in my head.’

I carry a lot of baggage because of living with a neverending illness. But I cannot lug all the luggage alone, making me feel like a burden. Because of this, I often feel unworthy of love. Inside my head is a voice convincing me that nobody would want somebody whose life is stained so profoundly by illness.

"But I cannot carry all my baggage alone, making me feel like a burden. Because of this, I often feel unworthy of love. Who could want somebody whose life is stained so profoundly by illness?" Share on X

In an advice column shared in the New York Times, entitled “Is it OK to Dump Him Because of His Medical Condition,” counselled the advice seeker, concerned about dating a man with Crohn’s disease, that “committing to this person may be committing to a life as a caregiver.” The columnist also voiced that “You don’t owe it to anyone to accept that burden.”

Is love incompatible for someone living with a debilitating chronic illness?
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One advice column confirms what I have always feared; I am a burden, and worse, how others see me. Guilt gnaws away at me, expecting someone to share the burden of chronic illness with me. I didn’t choose it, but any future partner would be. But, I don’t want anybody to see my condition or disability as an overwhelming obligation, but instead as a problematic but manageable situation, just one part of who I am, not the entirety of my reality.

"But, I don't want anybody to see my condition or disability as an overwhelming obligation, but instead as a problematic but manageable situation, just one part of who I am, not the entirety of my reality." Share on X

Rejection: A Common Thread In My Relationships

For me, rejection is a common thread that has connected many of my relationships. Rejection doesn’t only pertain to my dating life but also family and friends. When my symptoms became more apparent, friends turned their backs because my illness inconvenienced them. Ghosted, suddenly cut off by friends I thought care, excluded and left out, I have experienced them all. Hurt and confused, I could no longer pinpoint where or if I ever belonged. I felt and continue to feel unwanted, worthless.

"Ghosted, suddenly cut off by friends I thought care, excluded and left out, I have experienced them all. Hurt and confused, I could no longer pinpoint where or if I ever belonged. I felt and continue to feel unwanted, worthless." Share on X

It only makes me become more and more closed-off and discouraged from letting anyone close to my heart. It seems easier to keep people at a distance than risk rejection again.

FOMO: The Feeling of Missing Out

For me, FOMO isn’t the fear of missing out. It has become the feeling of missing out. I often don a facade, snap and upload a picture intermittingly, or write a vague, positive status update, all to seem normal. Other times, I scroll through my feed and witness all the things I should be doing but seem unable. And the sting of being alone turns into a sharp pain, becoming more intense as I see those I know progressing in their personal lives with children and marriages.

"I scroll through my feed and witness all the things I should be doing but seem unable. The sting of being alone turns into a sharp pain, intensifying as I see those I know progressing in their personal lives." Share on X

But here I lie besieged with symptoms that continue to worsen. I feel like damaged goods, shelved like items reduced at the supermarket because of flaws or imperfections. And as my illness deteriorates, my chance of finding love or experiencing marriage and children seem to slip further out of my grasp. Instead, I feel stuck, encased in quicksand, sinking further, and gradually disappearing as chronic illness continues to pull me down into the abyss.

"I feel like damaged goods, shelved like items reduced at the supermarket because of flaws or imperfections. And as my illness deteriorates, my chance of finding love seems to slip further out of my grasp." Share on X

Dating and Chronic Illness: A Glimmer of Hope In The Love Stories of Others

But I hear stories that give me a glimmer of hope. I read stories of other chronically ill persons who have found love despite living with tremendous adversity. Those that have found a way to make dating and chronic illness achievable. The stories give me hope that you can find love, acceptance and someone who will not see me as a burden. They make me believe that I can find my very own romantic lead.

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But still, I have doubts, doubts that I could attract anyone the way I am. I question whether I deserve such compassion; there must be something wrong with me for friends to abandon me so readily. I query whether I am an awful person; maybe I cannot be a good friend/girlfriend/wife. I distrust that any relationship will last; instead, I see myself rejected, left alone and lonely like the many times before. I don’t want to burden anyone or have anyone feel obliged to take care of me. I only want someone to see me as a person, as a partner, not as a patient or dependant.

Love and acceptance are all I want. Is that so much to ask?

"I don't want to burden anyone or have anyone feel obliged to take care of me. I only want someone to see me as a person, as a partner, not as a patient or dependant. Love and acceptance are all I want. Is that so much to ask." Share on X

Sheryl from A Chronic Voice, as well as sharing her own stories and lessons with chronic illness.  Sheryl is an excellent support to other bloggers and writers living with illness and chronic pain.  One such way is through monthly link-up parties whereby bloggers and writers share their stories through given prompts. 

As it’s February and generally considered the month of love, I thought I would use this month’s prompts to discern ways we can find beauty and love life  despite the significant cost that chronic illness has on our existence. 

Adjusting

Adjusting: Verb. Alter or move (something) slightly to achieve the desired fit, appearance or result

The first step to rebuilding life in the wake of a life-changing diagnosis is acceptance. Only by accepting the diagnosis can we then move forward and build a happy and content life despite the unwelcome changes that accompany chronic illness.

"Being diagnosed with a chronic illness is akin to being given new puzzle pieces that we have to learn to fit into our personal jigsaw." Share on X

After acceptance, we can then make adjustments to make room for chronic illness into our new life. Being given a diagnosis of a long-term health condition is akin to be handed new jigsaw pieces. These new jigsaw pieces don’t initially fit the canvas that makes up our lives. Therefore, adjustments are required to install these pieces into our life puzzle.

Being diagnosed with a chronic illness is like being handed new puzzle pieces that we have to attempt to fit in with our life.

Life with a chronic illness requires constant adjustments. Adjusting to a never-ending list of symptoms as new ones develop. Adjusting to new medications and the awful side-effects that accompany them. And adjusting to the new and ever-worsening version of ourselves.

"Life with a chronic illness requires constant adjustments. Adjusting to symptoms, new medications and the awful side-effects that accompany them. And adjusting to a new version of ourselves." Share on X

Adjusting to a new identity, the expectations for ourselves all in order to find a new normal.

Hoping

Hoping: Verb. Want something to happen or be the case

When first diagnosed with a chronic illness, we hope that it will go away. That one day we will wake from a deep sleep, and everything will go back to what it once was.

When we realise and accept that this is merely a pipe dream. And after we had made necessary adjustments to find a place for our new diagnosis, hope evolves into something else.

Although we know a cure is never going to materialise, that we will never get better we never stop hoping nevertheless. We hope that there will be improvements, a hope that life will get better regardless of the permanency of illness.

"Without a promise of a cure, we don't stop hoping nevertheless. Every morning, new hope is born. Hope that medication will suddenly alleviate our suffering. Hope that today, our symptoms will not hinder our plans." Share on X
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Every morning, new hope is born

Every morning, new hope is born. Hope that today will be the day when the medicine prescribed will suddenly work wonders and alleviate suffering. A hope that although the symptoms are a constant comrade, that their presence will not hinder our plans.

Sometimes it may seem that hope is a wasted endeavour; wishful thinking that may have little chance of becoming a reality. Hope however is much more powerful that we often realise. It allows us to see a light when surrounded by darkness; the light informing us of better days ahead. Most importantly, hope is the thread that allows us to hold on and survive the worst of days.

"Hope allows us to see the light despite being surrounded by darkness; it informs us that better days are ahead, allowing us to be able to survive the worst of days." Share on X

Surviving

Surviving: Adjective. Continuing to exist; remaining intact

When first being diagnosed with a chronic illness and confronted with symptoms, it is tempting to push through and continue as if they don’t exist.

"Pushing through the symptoms of chronic illness can often do more harm than good. Sometimes we need to allow ourselves a 'day of survival.'" Share on X

Often, however, to do so does more harm than good and only serves to prolong the flare. What we need is to allow ourselves a ‘day of survival.’ To let ourselves succumb to the debilitating and unpleasant symptoms and to allow ourselves a day of rest for self-care and recuperation.

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On the worst days often the kindest we can do for ourselves is to allow us a day of survival for much needed rest and recuperation

A day of recuperation will not be the same for everyone and depends on the preferences of the individual and what the symptoms will allow us to do. But it may include a Netflix binge-watching session, or gaining comfort from a favourite book. Or even the luxury of a warm bath or shower has the power for a moment of indulgence.

It can be a difficult transition to make, especially if we are used to living a busy and hectic life. But when living with a chronic illness, there are days when we are surviving instead of living. Days when we are moving forward at a snail’s pace. But we also learn that this OK,. Allowing ourselves to slow down we are best able to appreciate and be grateful for the positive things in our life, for those that chronic illness cannot touch.

Befriending

Befriending: Verb. Act as or become a friend to (someone), especially when they are in need of help or support

To find beauty and love life again despite the darkness and ugliness that chronic illness unveils it can be useful to befriend our condition. It’s never going to become your best friend, and you will find yourself in many arguments with it, but is going to be something that we will have constant interactions with every day for the rest of our lives. To live a more successful and gratifying life despite chronic illness, we need to better understand it better.

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We need to learn to befriend our conditions and ourselves for a life living in harmony despite a chronic illness

As such, it’s essential to build an amicable relationship with our illness and our body. To set boundaries, so that we do not make foolish mistakes and trigger or make worse the symptoms that accompany our new permanent ‘friend.’

"Befriending chronic illness allows us to be able to set boundaries and not make mistakes which could trigger our make worse the symptoms that accompany our new 'friend.'" Share on X

In order to live well and in harmony with a chronic illness, therefore, we need to learn our limits, and to know what we can and cannot handle before symptoms makes their presence known.

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And to know and understand what a ‘bad day’ and a ‘good day looks and feels like for us. If we are in the midst of a bad day for example, and we are aware of that, we can, therefore, take steps to better look after ourselves and prevent it from getting even worse.

By learning to befriend and make peace with this new companion in life, also makes it easier to understand and accept the limitations they bring. By understanding and knowing what is happening and why I’m better equipped in handling the emotional fallout.

It is essential for our well-being that we listen to our bodies and that to what it is trying to tell us and act accordingly. Becoming friends with illness is not a cure, however, but doing so will make life with it much more manageable. And allowing us to spend less energy so we can use it on more enjoyable pursuits.

Also, we also need to learn to befriend ourselves in the wake of a diagnosis. To allow us to get to know the new person that the diagnosis forces us to become, and the one who is different to whom we were before. We are of course the same person we were before, but the changes and challenges chronic illness presents we feel different. Befriending the new us allows us to treat ourselves with compassion and love.

"In the wake of a diagnosis, we also need to befriend this new us that chronic illness forces us to become, and different to whom we were before." Share on X

Awakening

Awakening: Noun. An act or moment of becoming suddenly aware of something

After first being diagnosed with a chronic illness, we have a new awakening to the knowledge that life will never be the same. To awaken an understanding of this new diagnosis and how we can feel as well as possible in this ‘new’ body.

"A sudden diagnosis awakens the knowledge that life will never be the same. And by doing so, we need to understand this diagnosis and how to feel well in this 'new' body." Share on X
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Allowing ourselves to feel gratitude awakens positivity

Living with a chronic illness is undoubtedly difficult. There are often many more downs than up. Despite this, however, life with a chronic illness awakens the capability to practice gratitude.

The bad days, which are plenty when living with a chronic illness makes us appreciate those rare days even more. Practicing gratitude and becoming consciously aware of everything we are thankful. Gratitude reintroduces light into our life where chronic illness had previously trapped us in the dark.

"Living with the many limitations that accompany chronic illness, however, awakens a new appreciation and gratitude for the rare good days that we do get to experience." Share on X

And practicing gratitude helps to change a negative mindset into a positive one, allowing us to see and appreciate the beauty in life. Becoming more positive has an apparent beneficial effect on our mental health, and allowing for developing more appropriate coping strategies.

These are just some ways to find beauty and joy in life with chronic illness. How do you see beauty beyond a life with chronic illness? Feel free to share your ideas in the comments.

February Link-Up Party With A Chronic Illness

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Welcome to the Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge brought together by WEGO Health – a social network for all health activists.  Again, I am participating in the annual Writer’s Month Challenge in which I will be writing about my health activism and health condition based upon prompts given.

The prompt reads as given:

And the winner is…You!  You just won an award and are on stage, holding your trophy.  Write an acceptance speech.  Who do you want to thank?  How did you get to where you are today?  Don’t worry, we won’t rush you off the stage!

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Wow, this is an amazing honour and so I think the first people that I need to thank is those who voted for me, as without them I would not be standing here today.

I would also like the opportunity to thank my family, especially my parents who have gone beyond the parental duty in their support that they shown me during the journey through illness, diagnosis and life after. I would like to thank them for all their help and care over the years.  For picking me up when I have fallen, for taking me to every hospital appointment, and just by being there for me during the bad times.  Just for being your caring and wonderful selves.  I appreciate you both so much and cannot express how much you both mean to me.

I would also like my wonderful and supportive friends who I am very grateful that I found, particularly Claire, Aisha, Anya and Hayley.  All of your messages, cards and gifts have meant the world to me, and have helped me during the bad times.  You girls have shown me what friendship means and also that I am not alone in the journey through chronic illness.  To Claire, thank you for all of the enjoyable and fun nights out which we have shared, they have been exactly what I have needed to take my mind off my condition and the symptoms, as well as the opportunity to have a break from being inside the house and enjoying lovely food!

My friends are definitely like stars...they make my life shine a lot brighter
My friends are definitely like stars…they make my life shine a lot brighter

To Aisha – I cannot find the words to describe exactly what you mean to me.  Finding you has been like finding a diamond.  During my childhood and adolescent, and even into adulthood, friends have come and gone.  It felt as they could not accept me as I am, and therefore I am so grateful to have you in my life and know that I have friend that I can always count on during the good times and the bad.  You have become more like a sister to me, and I look forward to our many years of friendship.

Anya, thank you so much for all of your support; not just for me but for my blog also.  We both connected with each other through our blogs; and you inspire me with your eloquent writing and all of your amazing work in the field of self-management.

And finally, to Hayley who has worked tirelessly to create a fantastic community for those affected by neurological conditions; I am so blessed to have found a place where I belong, and thank you for making me a part of it and giving me a sense of purpose. And to every person who has contributed to Neuro Nula, whether it be through sharing your own personal experiences and stories of living with a neurological condition or connecting to the community via Twitter, each and every one of you are inspiring; thank you for shining a light on what it is to live with such a condition as well as making me and other’s like me feel less alone.

I should also thank all of the readers of my blog ‘My Brain Lesion and Me’.  Thank you everyone who has taken the time to read, share and comment on my posts, as well as all of my lovely and loyal Twitter followers.  Thank you for your kind and generous words, and a special thanks to everyone who has sent me words of encouragement and support during the darkest moments, or just have taking time out of their day to ask how I am feeling and generally making me feel less alone in the world.

I must also thank to all of the doctors and consultants that I have seen over the years; unfortunately there are too many of you to mention personally, but those doctors who believed me and diligently looked for the underlying cause of my symptoms.  For so long, I believed that I was strange; that everything I was experiencing was in my head and after all of you took the time to perform tests and take a thorough history, all of you took some part in arriving at the eventual diagnosis.  I now know that it is not in my head; and that is down to all of your hard work.  Thank each and every one of you for your patience, diligence and support. We now know that there aren’t many options in terms of treatments; no cure, but that does not stop you trying for me and attempting to give me a better quality of life.

And lastly a thank you to my condition.  Yes, it may be strange thanking something which makes my life extremely difficult, and as a result have to live with such severe symptoms on a daily basis.  However, despite this I would like to thank the neurological condition for making me stronger; for making me aware that with perseverance I am able to overcome obstacles and challenges that are placed in my way.  I have found an inner strength, that I didn’t know I possess and perhaps if it wasn’t for this condition I would not have found the things that I am good at, such as writing.

Each and every person I have thanked has shaped the person I am today, and without all of you I would not be standing here today.

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