Monday, 7 October 2019

Anxiety & Me


Depression was my toughest battle, but anxiety feels like my cruellest. It’s taken away from who I am as a person, and who I want to be. 
Anxiety makes me feel as if I’m drowning. I’ve been thrown in at the deep end, but I don’t know how to swim. I’m stuck behind a glass wall, watching everyone else enjoy life. I want to join in, but I can’t break through the glass. 
It’s like stage fright, but without the stage. As soon as I leave the house, it feels like the spotlight's on me. Everybody’s watching. Everybody’s judging. My heart starts pounding and my throat gets tighter. I want to run and hide.
Completing the most basic task can feel like running a marathon. One short minute can be filled with a thousand racing thoughts. My own mind has betrayed me – but I’m stuck with it. It feels like I’m in a constant battle between my ‘real’ self and my ‘ill’ self. I enjoy socialising; I like talking to people – that’s the real me. But the sick part of my brain doesn’t want to let that part live. Anxiety takes over me, and it stops me in my tracks. It affects how I think, how I act, and how I feel. 
And, if something takes away from the very person you are… you start to wonder what the hell you have left.

Sunday, 6 October 2019

Depression & Me



















“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” 
 Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind Of A Funny Story
  
For the whole week up until World Mental Health Day, I'm going to be blogging about different parts of my experience with mental illness, starting with depression. It’s a lot easier to write about now, because a lot of it feels so far behind me. But, when I first got diagnosed, I truly thought that everything was going to be that awful forever. 
do think it’s worth covering the darker parts, though, because my past experience is some people’s current experience. And one of the hardest parts of being ill was the fear that nobody would understand and that everyone would judge me. But the more we talk about it, the more people will understand, and the less people will feel alone. 

Saturday, 5 October 2019

Mental Illness & Me


It’s been a long time since I’ve posted about mental health (or anything, for that matter), but with World Mental Health Day coming up on the 10th of October, it felt like the perfect time to get stuck back in.
When it comes to my own mental health, I never really know where to start. Even though I’ve had plenty of years to reflect on it (and have been asked countless times by professionals), I still don’t think I can really put my finger on how it all began. It’s like when you find a bruise on your leg and you don’t know where you got it from, or when you get a headache but you don’t know the cause. Maybe you didn’t get enough sleep? Maybe you didn’t drink enough water? Maybe you stared at a computer screen too long? 
These are all just guesses, though. You can’t know for sure. 
It’s the same with my mental illness.

Wednesday, 28 March 2018

Scoliosis Surgery: Honesty


Five months ago I came home from the hospital, and all I could do was cry. 
I cried and cried and cried, mourning the body I’d lost, and fearing the months ahead. 
I didn’t feel like I could do it. 
And five months on, I still don’t.

Nothing could have prepared me for how physically, mentally and emotionally difficult this would all be. Sure, I watched all of the YouTube videos I could find, and sure, I heard everyone saying it was the worst time of their life, but I told myself I could get through it, because it wouldn’t last forever. But now I'm here, five months on, and things are still so tough. In fact, they’re even tougher. Things might not be as physically difficult as they used to be... but now, I’m emotionally exhausted. 

Back then, everything was still new. Every tiny bit of progress felt exciting. I was hopeful for what was to come. But now it’s tedious, endless, torturous. It’s been so long, yet I still haven’t made half the progress I’d hoped to. I wake up every morning, and I just don't want to face another day of it. And though I want to keep heading toward the light at the end of the tunnel, I’m not even sure that there is one. Because right now, I’m trapped in the dark.

When will I feel normal again? 
Will I ever feel normal again? 
When will I make a complete recovery? 
Will I ever make a complete recovery?

At five months, I’m starting to lose my patience. I had it in my head: “People say you start to feel normal again at six months.” Six months. Six months. Six months. “You just have to hold out for six months.” Yet here I am, heading toward the six month mark, and I don’t even feel close to normal. And honestly? That terrifies me.

I want my strength back. I want my energy back. I want my life back.

I’m 21 years old. I’ve just graduated from university. Everyone around me is moving on with their lives – getting houses, jobs, qualifications, Masters degrees – and I’m trapped here. My present life consists of this empty, endless, agonising routine of pain, frustration, tiredness, repetitiveness, loneliness... And my future? Well... it’s blank. I can’t even begin to plan for it, because it’s impossible to picture. It’s impossible to know what I will and won’t be able to do, or when I'll be able to do it. I feel trapped and I feel empty. I keep pushing on every day, but it feels like I have nothing to keep pushing on for.

I watch everybody posting their positive quotes, having their fun days out, building their futures... and I feel so detached from it all – stuck in my bed, or within my own four walls, or stuck in my body that just won’t work the way I want it to. I want so badly to be a part of it all and it makes my heart hurt. I feel so left behind. I’m sick of having my life on hold at the exact time that it should just be beginning.

But on top of it all – on top of all of this – is the guilt. The guilt that comes every time I ask “how is this fair?”, or “why is this happening to me?”, when there are people going through so much worse. There are people dying. There are people who’ve gone through this every single day of their lives, and have never known any different. Yet here I am, writing 600+ words of self-pity.

I said when I left the hospital that I’d have to take recovery “step by literal step at a time”. And I’m trying. I really am. But the more steps you take, the harder it gets. The more exhausted you become. And it’s even harder to keep going when you just can’t see the finish line.



Tuesday, 27 March 2018

Scars

they paint stories on our bodies
tales on our skin
of who we are
what we've been through
what we've done
and where we've been

the good, the bad, the ugly
the tragic, reckless, wild
battles lost
battles won
and everything in between


Monday, 26 March 2018

Scoliosis Surgery: An Update (Finally!)

If you've read my most recent blog posts (or caught any of my moany tweets), you’ll probably know that, five months ago, I underwent spinal fusion surgery for a condition called scoliosis (pronounced sko-lee-o-sis). Everything is explained in more detail in this post  but, in short, scoliosis is a medical condition “where the spine twists and curves to the side”.  

The surgery involved my surgeon straightening out my spine as much as possible, before fusing the bones together to try and prevent my spine from re-curving. To hold the bones in place while they fuse (which should take 1-2 years), two metal rods were placed on either side of my spine, and then attached using 18 metal screws. As long as there's no damage, breakage, or serious issues with the hardware, it should remain in my back for the rest of my life.

Pre-op vs. post-op X-Rays

Before my operation, I spent so much time reading and watching videos about other people’s experience with the surgery. It helped a lot – both when I was in hospital, and also now that I’m recovering at home – especially because the operation isn’t all that common, so it can be quite hard to get a lot of information about it. 

I knew I wanted to write about my own experience at one point in the hopes that it might help someone else, but I’ve been putting it off for a while now. Over the last few months, I’ve been anxiously waiting for my follow-up X-Ray and appointment with my surgeon, and I was ridiculously nervous to hear what he was going to say. There are a lot of things that can go wrong with spinal fusion surgery and some people end up needing a second operation – or, in the worst cases, they might need several more. In all honesty, I didn’t feel ready to re-visit my hospital experience in writing until I knew for sure that I wouldn’t have to re-visit it in real life. (Or at least not any time soon, anyway!)

I was actually hoping to have an update sooner, because spinal fusion patients normally have a follow-up X-Ray at 3 months to check that everything is okay with their hardware. Basically, everything needs to be correctly in place for the first 1-2 years while the spine is still healing, so they check to make sure that the hardware hasn’t moved, come loose, or become damaged or broken. If that’s the case, then they’ll need to re-operate  which, I'll be honest, was pretty much my worst nightmare.

My 3 month appointment was supposed to be in January, but of course this was the same month as the NHS-crisis-that-the-government-swore-to-god-wasn’t-a-crisis, so it ended up getting postponed until March. I’m not going to lie: I cried. A lot. I was so anxious to hear whether everything was okay or not, and the wait and the worry just felt like it was dragging on forever. Then, my appointment got cancelled a second time... but this time, it was rescheduled for February! I could’ve done a happy-dance. (If, y’know, I hadn’t just had major spinal surgery.)

I had the follow-up appointment a few weeks ago, and – thank. actual. god! – my surgeon told me that everything looks okay. I don’t think I’ve ever felt relief like it.

Other than that, I guess I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t struggling. My surgeon and my physiotherapist both say I’m doing well, but it doesn’t feel like it. Even though I’ve come a hell of a long way from not even being able to feed myself, I still haven’t made half as much progress as I’d hoped to by month five. I wasn’t at all prepared for how long, or how physically and emotionally difficult this would be. I really want my life back. 

I’m still struggling to do much writing (which is killing me), because sitting for long periods of time post-op still feels uncomfortable, and can sometimes get pretty painful. I’ve barely spent any time using a laptop since my surgery, but I really am hoping to get back into posting as best I can. I miss it so much, and I’ve got so much that I want to write about. Hopefully, I’ll have a new post up soon!

Until then, I’ll leave you with some cheeky pre-op and post-op Before and After shots. My scar is healing up nicely, and I'm also clearly getting better at learning how to stand straight, ha-ha! My hips still aren't perfectly even and my body isn't perfectly straight, but it's lovely to be able to wear tight dresses now without feeling self-conscious about my uneven hips! (Not that I've been dressing up much lately, but I'm sure I'll get there eventually!!)

Until next time!

Love,
(a new-and-improved)

Thursday, 16 November 2017

Dear Diary: Step By Step

I spent every day in the hospital wanting so badly to be home. Tick... tick... tick... But when I shuffled in through my front door a week later, all I could do was cry. There was no more counting the days in the hospital. Day 1... Day 2... Day 3... But now it’s counting the days, weeks, months to recovery. Month 4... Month 5... Month 6... 

Sure, the operation is behind me, but now there are months – a year – of recovery ahead, and absolutely no going back.

So I cried as I mourned the body I’d just lost. My strength. My independence. My ability to walk, move, lift, twist, bend.

I cried in fear of what’s to come. When will the pain stop? When will I feel normal again? When will I be normal again?

Being home and back to ‘reality’ suddenly made everything feel real. Being ‘not okay’ in hospital felt normal, but being ‘not okay’ at home feels sad and strange and scary and daunting.

When I got home, I felt like I should be happy. Or at the very least, relieved. But I couldn’t. Because it’s not over. It’s just beginning.

And I guess all I can do now is keep on pushing forward. Literal step by literal step at a time.

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Scoliosis & Me

As I stood in my bikini at 13 years old examining my reflection in the mirror, I had no idea that what I saw was anything to be concerned about. Nor did I realise at 14 years old, when the doctor looked at my body and said “scoliosis”. I had no idea that, at 21 years old, I'd have a letter on my fridge reading: “31st October, 2017: Spinal fusion surgery”. But now, here I am, counting down the days until my spine becomes part-bone, part-metal.

What is scoliosis?
For those of you who might not have heard of it (I hadn't), scoliosis  pronounced sko-lee-o-sis  is a medical condition “where the spine twists and curves to the side”.

 

I have one curve in my upper spine, and another in my lower spine, so my spine is actually an ‘S’ shape. (Below is a photo of my X-Ray to show you what I mean!) The upper curve is less severe, while the lower one actually rotates as well as curving. It also affects the position of my hips, which means that one of my legs has grown slightly longer than the other.


Scoliosis isn't always necessarily a ‘bad’ condition, and it's *definitely* not one that often requires surgery (so don't let a diagnosis cause instant panic!). It can cause pain, difficulties and more serious problems (for some people, it can crush bones, organs and lungs), but it's different for every person. It often depends on certain factors, like how big the curve is, and where in the spine it is. 

Some quick facts:
·         Scoliosis affects 2-3% of the population (that’s 1.6 million people in the UK)
·         Less than 10% of those will develop scoliosis that requires treatment
·         Less than 0.1% of those will require surgery
·         Scoliosis is most commonly diagnosed for the first time in children aged 10-15
·         20% of people with relatives who have scoliosis also develop the condition
·         80% of all scoliosis cases have an unknown cause
·         Scoliosis is more common amongst girls than boys

There are a few different types of scoliosis. It can be something that you’re born with, something that develops in old age, or something that’s caused by a separate nerve or muscle condition – but I have the most common type, known as Adolescent Idiopathic Scoliosis.

‘Adolescent’ means that the curves seemed to develop when I hit puberty, and ‘Idiopathic’ means that there's no known cause or explanation for why this happened.


Diagnosis
I'm not really sure exactly when my scoliosis started developing, but I was diagnosed at age 14. I had been experiencing back pain, but this wasn’t what prompted my mum to take me to the doctor. What triggered the doctor’s visit was spotting that I had two noticeably uneven hips.

My family and I were on holidays in Portugal, and I’d packed a couple of bikinis for the pool. When I was stood in the mirror one day, I noticed how asymmetrical my hips were.

I didn’t think anything of it – I just found it quite amusing, and assumed that they’d probably even out as my body developed. But, when I pointed it out to my mum, she wasn’t so sure.


When we went to the GP, I was asked to bend over and try and touch my toes – not because she was testing to see whether I could reach them or not (thank god, because I definitely can't!), but because this allowed the doctor to examine my back. This is known as the “Adam’s Forward Bend Test”, where doctors will check for signs of scoliosis such as:
·         One shoulder or shoulder blade appearing higher than the other
·         Rib cage appearing higher on one side
·         One hip appearing higher or more prominent than the other
·         The waist appearing uneven
·         The body tilting to one side
·         One leg appearing shorter than the other

This isn’t always a fool-proof method of spotting scoliosis – some people’s backs may look okay when they actually aren’t – but it might be something worth trying out at home if you suspect that you or your child may have it. Just make sure you see a medical professional if you think that something is wrong!

The doctor confirmed that I had scoliosis (which meant absolutely nothing to me at the time), and then referred me to the hospital for some back X-Rays. It wasn’t until I was shown my X-Rays that I started to get an idea of what was going on with my spine (and finally understood why I experienced so much back pain!).

From a spinal X-Ray, every scoliosis patient should be given a measurement of the size of their curve, which gets measured in degrees. If I'm remembering right, I think I was given a measurement of a 12 degree curve in my upper back, and a 21 degree curve in my lower back. Anyone with a curve above 10 degrees is considered to have scoliosis, but curves under 20 degrees are considered mild.

At first, I was just told that I would be called into hospital every 6 months for more X-Rays to monitor my scoliosis. (This is particularly important when you’re still growing, because the likelihood is that, as you grow, the size of your curve will, too.) I was also referred to a physiotherapist (not to help with the curve, but to try and help with my back pain)  but eventually, stubborn, impatient, lazy teenage-me got bored of the whole thing and gave up on it.

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Things changed when I turned 15. I went back to the hospital for my usual X-Rays, and then to discuss them with my doctor. But she looked concerned. “Your spine has progressed a lot since last time,” she said. “You’ll have to be fitted with a brace.”


Treatment: Back brace
The hospital referred me to an Orthopaedic Centre so I could get more specialist care for my scoliosis. While I waited for this, I had a cast of my back taken at the hospital, so I could be fitted for my back brace.

A back brace is most typically used to treat scoliosis patients who are still growing. It can’t be used to reduce their curve(s), but the hope is that it might prevent the scoliosis from getting worse as the patient grows.

The brace is custom-fit to their body and is made out of a hard plastic. The idea is that it will put pressure on the parts of the spine that are curving, to try and limit or stop its progression. I was told that I would have to wear my brace all day, but could take it off to sleep.

I was allowed to choose the colour of the straps for my brace, and apparently 15-year-old me 
thought a mix of pink and purple was a great idea. I have a feeling it won't catch on, though.

Treatment: Spinal fusion surgery
Turns out I never needed that back brace. I think I’d only worn it at home for a day before attending my appointment at the Orthopaedics Centre and having my X-Ray examined by the specialist.

“It’s too late. That’s not going to do anything for you,” he told me. He measured my lower curve at 43 degrees, and said it was too severe and too late in my growth for the brace to have any effect.

When I was first told that I qualified for spine surgery, I wasn’t scared – I was actually happy. I thought that sounded great – an answer to all of my problems! (Needless to say, I was a little bit naïve.) I thought the surgery would give me a normal body, get rid of my back pain, make me stronger, and lessen my limitations. I remember thinking “wow, I’ll actually be strong enough to pick up my future child without my back hurting”. But it turns out, none of those things are guarantees.

As my surgeon explained, the main aim of this surgery isn’t to put an end to my current problems – it’s to stop them from getting worse.

Once someone’s spinal curvature reaches a certain size, it’s likely to keep getting bigger throughout the rest of their life – particularly as they get older and their bones get weaker. Spinal fusion surgery aims to stop that.

How does the surgery work?
It involves straightening out the spine as much as possible before fusing the bones together to try and prevent the spine from re-curving.

To hold the bones in place while they fuse together (which actually takes 1-2 years!), two metal rods are placed on either side of the spine and attached using metal screws. As long as they don't cause any major problems, these rods and screws should remain in your body for the rest of your life. 

You can actually watch videos of the surgery on YouTubebut I wouldn’t recommend
watching
 if you’re squeamish!

My fusion is only going to be done on the curve in my lower back, due to my upper curve not being as severe. (I think it's currently just over 20 degrees in size.) Surgeons generally aim to operate on as little of their patient’s spine as possible, because, unfortunately, spinal fusion surgery limits motion. (There are other surgical options available to treat scoliosis, but none on the NHS/in the UK.)

Operation day
As my consultant could see from my X-Rays that I’d almost finished growing at 15, he said that I could wait until I was 18 and finished with school before getting the surgery. (Like I said, scoliosis is likely to get worse as you grow. The fact that I didn’t have much growing left to do meant that mine wasn't likely to get much worse in that time-frame.) 

When I finally did turn 18, it was a bit of a faff finally getting to that point  more X-Rays, an appointment to discuss the surgery, an MRI scan, a lot of waiting around... I was in university by the time I was told it would go ahead. My consultant said hed make sure my operation was in the summer, so that the majority of my recovery time could happen over the holidays (and I would miss less uni as a result). This never happened though, and the operation date ended up being in the middle of my second year of university. I really didnt want to take time off, so I promptly said “thanks but no thanks” and asked to be taken off the waiting list until Id graduated.  

So now... here I am. 

On the 31st October 2017, I’m going to wake up with a new body – and that’s the body I’m going to have for the rest of my life. I’ll have to learn to stand up and sit and walk again. I’ll never be able to bend or twist or move in the same way. 

I’m not going to lie – it’s pretty daunting. For the rest of my life, I’ll have two metal rods holding a part of my spine stiff. I’ll have to be careful with how I move, and with what I lift. My flexibility will be reduced. (Because of where my curve is, I actually have to be fused in the part of my spine with the most flexibility, which is a massive bummer.) 

It’s not that it’s all doom and gloom, though. For some people, this surgery is the best thing that has ever happened to them. I’ve heard of people who go on to absolutely thrive. Some say that they’re stronger, less limited, and in less pain; some say that they’re weaker, more limited, and in more pain. You never know. And I’ll admit, it’s scary not knowing. But this is (probably... hopefully) the best option for me in the long-run. 


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I’ll definitely post an entire blog about the surgery at some point, and I expect that I might just generally be blogging more after the op – not necessarily about my scoliosis, but just as a way to kill time! (The recovery time is pretty long, so Im probably going to end up incredibly bored!)

If you’ve actually read through to the end of this post, thank you! This is by far the longest blog I’ve ever posted. (Perhaps the next time I post, I’ll be partly made of metal!) 

Oh, and if you have any questions  no matter how personal  please don’t hesitate to message me! 

I hope you’re all well.

Love,
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