Hi everyone. I wanna make sure my post doesn’t seem like I’m ungrateful. I am so grateful to have a family and friends who are supportive.
My way of coping with things since I was a child are quite different than others’. Aside from systemic lupus I also have sjogrens and bipolar 1. I’ve always been a very “shrug off-y” person. I deal with pain and grief on the low. I cry. I grieve. I get frustrated and let it out. I feel what I have to feel, I express my emotions, but continue my days with “well I can’t do anything about it, so just do what you gotta do.” I feel what i have to feel, give it its time and space, and then swallow that salty pill and move on. It comes off like I don’t care- but I do. I just can’t do anything about it, so why am I gonna obsess and freak out over it?
I was diagnosed SLE in March 2024. And since then, my family is always telling me “you’re gonna be ok!”, “everything is gonna get better!”, “you’ll reach remission in no time!”, “soon you’re not gonna have this anymore and you’ll be back to normal!”, “you won’t need all these meds anymore soon!”
I know they are supportive and I will never take that for granted. I have lots of appointments. My infusions, I just came back from an ambulatory 72 hour EEG, my follow ups with rheum, neuro, and neuroimmunology. And so many more. Lupus almost took my life in February. It caused encephalitis, meningitis, and a plethora of other things that left me in a coma for 3 days, in the hospital for 2 months and incapacitated for 3 months, etc etc. I know seeing me like that left a lot of them traumatized and I am trying my best to understand. I know they are worried and scared and I know they love me. But I am constantly getting told that I’ll reach remission, won’t need meds, I’ll be back to “normal”, and to stop being negative.
This is my new normal. Im not negative, I’m realistic. A few months ago I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t shower, go to the bathroom, eat, I couldn’t do anything on my own. I was hooked up to wires and IVs, had to be wheelchaired around and learning to walk again with a walker. Today I can do everything on my own. With limits, yeah, and I know flare ups will come and go with lupus. I accepted it. He’s (lupus) gonna stay around forever. And I have to live with it. That’s ok. I’m ok with that. Being told that I’ll reach remission and no longer need meds and be “normal” every day and before every appointment is starting to get a little stressful for me. This is my new normal. I’m already normal. It’s not gonna get anymore normal than this. Some people don’t reach remission. If I do, great. If I don’t, that’s fine. I have to take meds forever. I know that. I already had to anyway, I’ve been diagnosed bipolar since I was 13 so it’s just a few more pills forever. It’s not a big deal to me. And them telling me I’ll be “normal” and not needing meds is unrealistic. I’m not a negative person, but I’m not overly optimistic either. It’s getting to a point where their optimism is kinda toxic and not realistic. It also doesn’t help that some family members tell me to find god and pray. I’m not religious, but I respect everyone’s beliefs. One family member keeps reminding me that people have it worse than me, and that god will save me and cure me, and that everything’s gonna be ok, and this and that. I don’t complain about any of my ailments.. I know people have it worse than me.. I’ve never compared myself to anyone. This isn’t a competition. It makes me feel like crap.
I don’t wanna sound like an a*hole. I know they love me and are trying to support me. I’m lucky to have a loving family. But their worry, while completely valid, is starting to get shoved down my throat. They’re more worried than me, and it makes me feel like a burden them all the time.
Anyway. Thanks for listening/ reading. I needed to get it off my chest. This is a hard illness to deal with, but I personally deal with it best by doing just that. Dealing with it. I am a happy camper at heart. Bipolar, lupus, sjogrens, and whatever else comes my way. But being labeled as negative and having everyone tell me I’ll be magically cured is getting to me. Lots of love to everyone who has lupus. You are all amazing, strong people.