Everything you've said is exactly what I would have told a friend if she were in my situation. And it's what I've told myself before, but there's still a part of me that's scared to name it, to prove that it exists in me. I'm afraid that I'll be defined by these illnesses and I'll lose myself in them.
I've always been one of those people who says "I'm fine" no matter how I'm feeling, so when I see my doctor I'm usually upbeat and positive, making jokes about IBS. It took me years before I could talk to anyone, family, friends, bf, about IBS. It took several years to finally admit to myself and my doctor that I was having panic attacks and was slowly isolating myself from people. I know I'm only hurting myself by downplaying my symptoms, but asking for help is the hardest thing for me to do in all areas of life. I'm used to being the helper, not the helpless.
I appreciate your frankness and honesty, Jaime. It helps when someone else can put into words the truth of a situation.
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