monica-tms
Peer Supporter
My brain has been filling me with so much doubt these past few days, and today has been the hardest one yet.
Most days, I can stay fairly optimistic. When I can stay optimistic and positive, I truly believe in TMS and in my ability to heal. I mean, I experienced three full weeks with absolutely no symptoms last December, and recently I had those amazing ten minutes of complete relief. And I’ve only been dealing with these symptoms for just over a year - I know that’s not long compared to many others, so it shouldn’t be too deeply “engrained” in my brain yet.
Some of you might remember that morning not long ago, when I woke up with zero symptoms after saying positive affirmations out loud the night before. ZERO! And it definitely wasn’t a coincidence - because that same day, I had been feeling incredibly low, even having very dark thoughts. Based on how emotions usually affect my symptoms, I would’ve expected them to get worse, not disappear. But that day and the following week were the best I’d felt in months. The symptoms were so mild that I remember thinking, “If this was my new baseline, I could actually live with it.” (They were at about a 1-2, and normally they’re at an 8, so it felt like such a huge relief.)
But since then, the symptoms have slowly crept back in, and the longer I go without feeling that kind of relief again, the harder it is to keep my mindset strong. My confidence in healing is very low right now, even though I feel like I’m doing everything right. I’m suffering deeply, and I feel sad, hopeless, and exhausted.
I also feel so bad for my boyfriend and my parents, who have to see me like this and worry about me all the time. I’m incredibly lucky to have them - they’re the biggest reason I keep going. They’ve believed in my healing 100% from the very beginning, even when I couldn’t believe it myself.
But then there’s my brain… which loves to feed me thoughts like these (and to be clear: I don’t believe them when I’m in a better state, but when things get dark, they feel so real):
Hearing those thoughts over and over makes it so hard to stay strong. Today, I honestly feel like I’m running out of fight. I even caught myself researching on Reddit about how people live with Fibromyalgia — because part of me is scared that maybe that’s what I really have to do at one point. I hate admitting it, but I’m afraid I’m starting to give in to the idea of having this “condition,” simply because I’m not seeing much progress right now. And the thought of holding on to hope, only to have it crushed, feels unbearable.
I think I’m just reaching out for a bit of support, encouragement, advice, and maybe even some love from you wonderful people. Today is really tough to even exist. Is it really worth it to hold on?
Most days, I can stay fairly optimistic. When I can stay optimistic and positive, I truly believe in TMS and in my ability to heal. I mean, I experienced three full weeks with absolutely no symptoms last December, and recently I had those amazing ten minutes of complete relief. And I’ve only been dealing with these symptoms for just over a year - I know that’s not long compared to many others, so it shouldn’t be too deeply “engrained” in my brain yet.
Some of you might remember that morning not long ago, when I woke up with zero symptoms after saying positive affirmations out loud the night before. ZERO! And it definitely wasn’t a coincidence - because that same day, I had been feeling incredibly low, even having very dark thoughts. Based on how emotions usually affect my symptoms, I would’ve expected them to get worse, not disappear. But that day and the following week were the best I’d felt in months. The symptoms were so mild that I remember thinking, “If this was my new baseline, I could actually live with it.” (They were at about a 1-2, and normally they’re at an 8, so it felt like such a huge relief.)
But since then, the symptoms have slowly crept back in, and the longer I go without feeling that kind of relief again, the harder it is to keep my mindset strong. My confidence in healing is very low right now, even though I feel like I’m doing everything right. I’m suffering deeply, and I feel sad, hopeless, and exhausted.
I also feel so bad for my boyfriend and my parents, who have to see me like this and worry about me all the time. I’m incredibly lucky to have them - they’re the biggest reason I keep going. They’ve believed in my healing 100% from the very beginning, even when I couldn’t believe it myself.
But then there’s my brain… which loves to feed me thoughts like these (and to be clear: I don’t believe them when I’m in a better state, but when things get dark, they feel so real):
- “Fibromyalgia is a real, lifelong disease. Look at all the people still suffering - if recovery was possible, there would be more success stories!”
- “Most success stories are probably just management, not full recovery. Those people still come back to the forums, so they must not be truly healed. And the few who did, are probably two out of a million. They got lucky. You don't have luck.”
- “Some of the success stories you read elsewhere are probably fake - maybe they were even paid to say they recovered.” (one thing that also bought me into this mindset, was that I caught AI lying to me about making up success stories. I believed in it for months, until I found out that most of the success stories it wrote to me, was actually made up. It even confessed to it.
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- "Look at all these comments (on Dan Buglio's videos for example), it's still the same people commenting from 4 years ago. They haven't gotten any better."
- "Most people that are healing, are people with much less symptoms than you. Of course you could heal if you had some back pain. This is something else!"
- "You've been gaslighting yourself into believing you can heal! And other people you keep seeing on the forums are doing the same."
Hearing those thoughts over and over makes it so hard to stay strong. Today, I honestly feel like I’m running out of fight. I even caught myself researching on Reddit about how people live with Fibromyalgia — because part of me is scared that maybe that’s what I really have to do at one point. I hate admitting it, but I’m afraid I’m starting to give in to the idea of having this “condition,” simply because I’m not seeing much progress right now. And the thought of holding on to hope, only to have it crushed, feels unbearable.
I think I’m just reaching out for a bit of support, encouragement, advice, and maybe even some love from you wonderful people. Today is really tough to even exist. Is it really worth it to hold on?
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