Dear Interstitial Cystitis,

You have changed my life in so many ways; both good and bad. I hate to admit that you have done anything good for me. Although, I can’t think of anything off the top of my head at this exact moment.

But you changed my life and that is an undeniable truth. The agony and suffering you put me through is just unbelievable. I miss being able to just go to the bathroom and pee like a normal person. Instead, I have to continually tolerate what can only be described as white-hot burning razor blades mixed with shards of broken glass and laced with acid and/or the complete inability to pee altogether because my pelvic floor muscles are so tense that they are unable to release.

I miss my life. I hate giving up doing the things I love to do. I hate trying to make plans and then thinking I might not be able to follow through because I will be in too much pain. I hate that even on a good day… I’m still in pain.

So here we are. If this were a game, you would definitely be winning right now. You will not always have the upper hand, there will come a day when I come back at you swinging. But for right now I will bide my time and hope that I can take you down holistically.

Ungratefully yours,

Rachel Bob

This is a personal prompt: Write a letter to your illness or condition, from The Mighty, which is an online community for the disabled and chronically ill. https://www.themighty.com/

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