So, there are days where I literally feel like I am going to die. I am so exhausted, in pain, everything. Plus, my mood is just atrocious. I can make sense of nothing. I lay in bed like a lump of dust and freak out my friends because I sound so on the verge and desperate. My throat hurts, my glands hurt;.....I am going to die! I slept maybe 3 or 4 hours the night before.
Then, that night I will sleep like 8 or 9 hours due to the fact that I didn't sleep the night before. The next day, I am like a different person. The aches are less, the pain, my mood is sunny and bright! I feel great and start planning for the future. I am excited! I am out and about and I am talking to my friends, totally forgetting the day before (not really, but trying) and talking about how I am going to plan a trip. Everyone is scratching their head. To be honest with you, I am too!
Does anyone else have this? I am disabled with CFS. I can't work full time and never know when I can do anything. But one of the worst things about this is the extreme shifts in both physical illness and how it affects me mentally.
If I didn't know me, I would think that there was something wrong with me psychiatricaly. I went to a shrink for 3 years...and I used to beg him, "Tell me, tell me if you think I am bipolar!" He would laugh and say "NO. You are not, you are sick." I don't have mania. I don't have suicidal obsessive thinking, but these shifts are crazy making.
Just wanted to see what ya'll thought!
Then, that night I will sleep like 8 or 9 hours due to the fact that I didn't sleep the night before. The next day, I am like a different person. The aches are less, the pain, my mood is sunny and bright! I feel great and start planning for the future. I am excited! I am out and about and I am talking to my friends, totally forgetting the day before (not really, but trying) and talking about how I am going to plan a trip. Everyone is scratching their head. To be honest with you, I am too!
Does anyone else have this? I am disabled with CFS. I can't work full time and never know when I can do anything. But one of the worst things about this is the extreme shifts in both physical illness and how it affects me mentally.
If I didn't know me, I would think that there was something wrong with me psychiatricaly. I went to a shrink for 3 years...and I used to beg him, "Tell me, tell me if you think I am bipolar!" He would laugh and say "NO. You are not, you are sick." I don't have mania. I don't have suicidal obsessive thinking, but these shifts are crazy making.
Just wanted to see what ya'll thought!