I’ve been thinking about this quote a lot lately and how important  its message is to the chronically ill or in pain. What does it mean to “stop” when  you have a chronic illness? And how does one accept having to slow  down? Perhaps one of the most important subjects I will touch on…
How do we come to terms with having to slow  down? How do we  accept that we will have to sacrifice much of what we  wish to hold on  to? 
It does not matter how slow you go…
I hear chronic pain and illness  sufferers constantly talk about how  they are greatly misunderstood by  doctors, family, friends, even  organizations that are supposed to advocate for  those  suffering. Their diagnoses are misunderstood or invalidated  altogether,  their pain and symptoms are misunderstood, their anatomy is   misunderstood, the list goes on and on.
I don’t believe the majority of society (doctors, family, etc)   realize that chronic pain and chronic illness ultimately means great   sacrifice. Whether you have to sacrifice your job and financial   stability, your social life, your passions, or even your already poor   health, this sacrifice is possibly one of the most misunderstood and invalidated  aspects of chronic illness. Our bodies are often a few steps behind our   minds, and if we don’t slow down we may self destruct. So what do we  do  to slow down? We sacrifice, and usually with some resentment.
So how much have I slowed down? I left my freshman year of college three weeks  before spring finals and had to give up all of the hard work I’d   completed (and all of the straight A’s I’d earned that semester), and   now I am taking online classes this Fall while recovering from major   surgery. I am realizing that my lifelong dream of becoming a physician   and going to medical school is not necessarily practical. Do I believe I   would be one powerhouse physician? Absofuckinglutely. But do I believe   medical school, intern year/residency and fellowship would cripple me   physically? I have no doubt. Not a single doubt, and what kind of  doctor  would I be to my patients if I did not take care of myself and  could  not give 100% of my effort to my work each day? What kind of  example  would I be to my patients? That is not the life I want to have  and not  the doctor I have always wished to be.
Chronic illness has left me at a crossroads much earlier in life than expected. How slow am I going now? I’m moving, but barely.   I measure how much energy each task or errand will take from me.   Spontaneity usually costs me, but making plans is incredibly difficult   when I do not know how I will feel even an hour from now. I am slowly   but surely resigning myself to the fact that I will likely have to give   up my dream and find a new one- specifically one that guarantees me   insurance benefits as an individual with multiple preexisting medical   conditions. I will be a year behind in university and classes, and   although this is insignificant in the long run, at 20 years old this has   substantial social and financial implications, let alone what living  at  home does to my mental state of being.
But slowing down has left  me with a kind of gratitude I didn’t know  before I got sick. I am  grateful for the time I now spend noticing the  little things. I find  myself happier over tiny positive events that  before I probably would  not have noticed. I take more time to note the  positive parts of my day  and am a much more relaxed person than I was a  few months ago. But I am a type A when it comes to my academics and  career. I’ve always been able to persevere, always overly ambitious— a  girl with big dreams and a drive to succeed in all aspects of my life. I  work hard because I want to, not to impress anyone else, and my work  ethic is a great source of personal pride for me. But now what? How does  a type A transition to a type B personality? How do I adjust my type A  tendencies to accommodate my body? I have started putting my ‘type A’  energy into productive outlets related to my chronic illness (writing a  book, this blog, outreach in the community), but I have yet to fully  accept that the life I envisioned myself living and goals I saw my self  achieving may have to change.
So long as you do not stop…
I have been through so much, through physical and mental hell and  back  these past three years— at what point does one reach their  breaking  point? Is there one final breaking point? Or  do  breaking points come in different forms and multiple times over  one’s  lifetime? How slow must I go to appease my body against my  normal-paced  mental capacity until I reach that breaking point? At what  point do I  have the right to say “enough!” and really, does anyone  have that luxury  of saying stop with a chronic illness?  Whether you look at it  positively or negatively (or both), chronic  illness is essentially a  life sentence for most of us, so what does it mean to stop?
I thought I hit my breaking point in March when I lost the most  important person in my life, and in that same 24 hours I left university  and ended up in the the ER with abdominal bleeding and problems with my  liver. Between realizing my health was much more  critical than I thought and losing the person who I thought I would  have to support me, I wasn’t sure I could go on. I had lost so much both  physically and emotionally, but here I am a few months later and I feel  like a different person. I found a strength in me I did not know I  possessed and I realize that as low as I was, I came back with a sense  of self I had never known before. I wonder, just how much lower could I  possibly get? If that was not my breaking point, what is? What will be?  Will I ever reach a breaking point?
It’s been nearly six years of undiagnosed pelvic pain, three years of  chronic back pain and one year (although it is speculated I have had RA  since I was five, but symptoms were  atypical until college) of intense  autoimmune symptoms/pain, and I must say I’m a fighter. But what about  10 years from now? 20?
And what does “breaking point” even mean? Generally speaking, I am  already physically exhausted to an extreme degree and often emotionally  drained, so that is not my breaking point because that is a state of  normalcy for the time being. Is a breaking point not being able to get  out of bed? I already have days like that. Is a breaking point being  depressed? I have days where I am depressed too, and medication that  combat the depression and anxiety that comes as a side effect of the  autoimmune cocktail I take, and a therapist to show me new coping skills  when I feel it is necessary. 
Is a breaking point giving up? How do you give up  on a chronic illness? Suicide? It is a known and tragic fact that so  many people suffering from chronic pain and illness take their lives  each year as a last and seemingly only resort, but I have too strong a  will to live and too many goals…so I cannot see this being a breaking  point. Do some people not have breaking points? Are  breaking points merely mental states in our lives we wish to avoid? And  if that is the case, does this mean we have the ability to prevent ourselves from reaching certain breaking points? I strongly believe so.
If some of us are aware of our strength and ability to cognitively  face our pain and illness without succumbing to breaking points, how can  we, how can you, help others who may not know how to pick themselves up? How can you help  someone who needs a hand to help pick them up, what can you teach them  about themselves that you learned through strength, kindness, and  through your own “breaking points” or lack thereof?
And that is exactly why I created this blog: a safe haven, an honest forum, a community of people sharing not  just their stories, but their coping skills. Sharing stories is great.  It is such a comfort to converse with people who understand and let me  know that I am not alone in my suffering, but more importantly, it is invaluable  to learn new coping skills. So I ask you to take a moment and send me  your coping skills. What do you do on a bad day? What advice would you  give to someone who feels like they are at the end of their rope? What  would you say to someone who was newly diagnosed? What do you do to  combat anxiety? Tell me, because I want to share with those who may be  at a loss and need someone to reach out to them.
I ask you to take a moment and say a prayer if that is what you so  believe in, or a positive thought, or just a moment to think about the  so many chronic pain and illness sufferers who have already taken their  lives or are thinking about doing so and remember that you do not have to make that decision, and anyone thinking along those lines can take charge of their illness and they do not have to stop— they are not alone.
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