I'm writing on behalf of my wife who has a progressivly worse ME/CFS. She is more or less totally bedbound with "attacks" of an exhaustion that she descirbes as suicidal. Its is unbearable. It does get better if she is playing her cards right, but it seems to return for periods every day. This seems to frighten her quite a bit, a fear and anguish which in itself does not help. She is generally a very positive person, but this development seems to break her down. It has disrupted her sleep pattern which makes it harder to get some energy back in her system. She is in contact with good doctors, but they do not have any new ideas at the moment. She has gotten benzodiazepine in order to calm her down. She is also trying the "usual" ME/CFS strategies and remedies but they does not seem to stop her quite aggressive form of the illness.
Does anyone have any experience with similar "suicidal" exhaustion and have any tips how to cope with it? She is in need of some hope so any positive stories would be appreciated.
I missed your asking for those with similar experiences.
I found myself in this situation after a year of being as sick as I had ever been (flu-like onset) and seeing test after test come back negative. I had no idea how to pace and was in a constant push/crash cycle and spiralling downward. I hadn't had a decent sleep for a year. I was fighting for benefits and receiving notices for command appearances before attorneys, their "specialists" and trying to keep up with my friends, family, etc.
My thinking about suicide had always been that it was a selfish act. But when it hit, my thinking was "if my loved ones had any idea how much I was suffering, they could not hold it against me." Something had to be done - I just couldn't continue with the combination of physical pain, exhaustion, misunderstanding by docs and the benefits system.
I had a plan and started to execute the plan, but needed so much rest that I had a lot of time to think about the details. The one issue I couldn't resolve was what to do with my little Yorkie. She was only 2 years old at that time and there was no way I could take her and no way I could leave her behind.
So, it took so long to implement the plan that my husband came home, discovered what I was trying to do and got me in to the doc. He talked me into taking 300 mg of doxepin for sleep. Up until then I had rejected pharmaceuticals, but by then I was seriously suicidal and I agreed just so they would leave me alone so I could finish the job. He also prescribed Zoloft.
Guess what? The doxepin worked. I slept and woke up still sick, but not wanting to die any more. It was that dramatic. The Zoloft was horrible for me, so that only lasted a couple of days, but I ended up taking doxepin for about 15 years. It didn't give me perfect sleep, but I had no side effects and it worked almost always.
It's really hard to lose the ability to "do". Some personality types will feel bad for taking up oxygen if they can't accomplish something in the world. Do their jobs. Take care of the people they love. So we struggle with the idea of "being" and what that means. Christopher Reeve wrote a great book on that subject.
I know meditation may seem impossible to her now, but a simple "checking in" for a couple of minutes in the morning and evening is a start. No goal - nothing to accomplish - just checking in with her interior. Her mood, physical sensations, sensitivity to noise, touch, etc. There's been a lot of research around meditation and it works, but it needs to be a regular practice and she's in no shape to start now. But checking in allows you to see the improvements even when they're very small and that's encouraging. I tried Wayne's Hu meditation and it is beautiful and soothing. That would work. The idea is to just notice how she is and not judge.
I guess I would agree with everyone else who has said to focus on sleep. Sleep and digestion seem to be the two biggies where we can make improvements that lead to a better quality of life while we wait for a cure. That and pacing. Pacing is key. ART works.
Mostly what she has going for her is you. Please take care of yourself. I was both caregiver and receiver during my 35 year marriage and I have to tell you it is far easier to be the sick one than the caregiver. Take advantage of whatever support you are offered and continue to reach out.