Is it normal i feel like i have to be courageous for everybody else?
I’m currently living with an incurable wasting disease and my health is deteriorating very quickly. I’m 25 and a female, and I’ve been given a few months tops, which I’ll be spending bedridden for the remainder of the time I have here.
Because my friends and family are so heartbroken for what’s to come, I find myself trying to be as positive as I can and trying to show how I am “accepting it” in a bright manner.
The truth? I’m fucking terrified. The sobbing when I’m alone never stops. Swallowing on my own is almost impossible now. Everything fucking hurts. I’m scared every second of every day. I’m too afraid of falling asleep at night so I stay up until I can’t anymore.
I don’t want to die.
I don’t want to die.
I don’t want to die.
I can’t even talk about my fears because I know the people I love are already so upset. I have to spend the rest of my time lying and being fake when all I want to do is sob and scream for someone to please save me.