In the middle, there’s my kidneys, which are dying so there’s a big explosion in the middle of my life. On the left, are all the questions i ask myself, and on the right, there’s my family, asking me to do it for them. Do I stop treatment because that would make me happier, or do I keep going because its what my family want me to do?
If i stopped and threw everything away, I’d be happy, but time would run out and my family would be sad.
It feels like my kidneys are holding me over a fire
I have had ME for almost 40 years. The first time I was 14. This drawing was done in my late teens before my diagnosis at 21, trying to explain the pain and types of pain I was having and how it felt. My mouth is drawn stitched up because I didn’t have the words to express what was happening to me. All the pains are connected by the hooks and string and movement causes more and the horror is the small paintbox I can’t reach.
Severe fatigue makes the world around me shrink to almost nothing.
Insomnia – feeling deeply exhausted yet utterly unable to sleep.
Early on, before diagnosis, just knowing that there was something wrong, my whole body felt wrong. But nobody seemed to believe me.
If my endometriosis symptoms were objects, these are what they would be.
This is a metaphorical drawing of a physical symptom as a physical objects and displays the angst and pressure your body feels like with gut pain with Crohns without knowing the source of the problem