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Chronic Illness Hell and a Therapist Who Comforted Me
Why all the suffering?
Trigger Warning: Mention of intense physical suffering
I’ve always found life to be rather absurd. Never did I imagine, however, that my life would take on the level of absurdity that it has.
Nine years ago, I became severely ill after acquiring an upper respiratory infection that seemed to go away on its own within days.
Months of fatigue, poor sleep, headaches, and cognitive dysfunction had me seeking out numerous doctors and specialists to find out what was wrong.
Because of the ongoing symptoms, I had to stop working, quit my exercise routine, stop golfing, and give up my social life.
Eventually, I’d have to give up all of the responsibilities and normal activities one engages in as a person living a normal existence in modern society.
Days were then spent inside the house on my recliner, where I would nap, read, and spend time on my phone while battling fatigue and a bewildering array of symptoms.
I was confused, devastated, and in agony.
How could this be happening? And what was happening to me?
Then, finally, a year later, after seeing doctor after doctor, I received a nebulous…
