daysinthesun
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it's been two months since i was on this board. i started a form of therapy and figured that i was going to be okay. i was getting through every day not worrying if i was going to die in my sleep. i was fine. and then my grandmother died. it was sudden. she'd had strokes in the past year but was stable. her heart just stopped due to various reasons. it broke my spirit to say goodbye to her. it hasn't even been a week since then and the anxiety has started to return. to make it worse, my grandfather's cancer has returned. i fear death every single. i've started itching all over my body for three days straight. i convinced myself it meant i had an autoimmune disease and then settled myself into thinking it was stress related.
and then i started googling symptoms pertaining to my sister. i've all but resigned myself to believing she has ovarian cancer. she has more than a few of the symptoms but she visits the doctor regularly and nothing has been found. she had a cyst a few months ago but right before they did surgery on it, it went down. disappeared. i was grateful at the time but now i've managed to twist that into some form of cancer and i wish that i could stop. it isn't helping anyone. especially since we're all one edge after my grandmother's death.
all i do now is cry and watch video gameplay on youtube. i wish my mind wasn't actively screaming at me that death is coming from all sides. i need some peace. just wanted to share because mental health is an evolving door for me and sometimes i feel really good and healthy and sometimes i get down. i'm down now but i know i'll be back up again. it just feels a little hopeless sometimes.
and then i started googling symptoms pertaining to my sister. i've all but resigned myself to believing she has ovarian cancer. she has more than a few of the symptoms but she visits the doctor regularly and nothing has been found. she had a cyst a few months ago but right before they did surgery on it, it went down. disappeared. i was grateful at the time but now i've managed to twist that into some form of cancer and i wish that i could stop. it isn't helping anyone. especially since we're all one edge after my grandmother's death.
all i do now is cry and watch video gameplay on youtube. i wish my mind wasn't actively screaming at me that death is coming from all sides. i need some peace. just wanted to share because mental health is an evolving door for me and sometimes i feel really good and healthy and sometimes i get down. i'm down now but i know i'll be back up again. it just feels a little hopeless sometimes.