Having Crohn's does get me down at times. I've written about this before and to what extent the symptoms can at times get the better of me. It's very hard to shake that off sometimes, depends a lot on my mood, state of mind and other external factors when Crohn's decides to strike.
I'd say the pain of Crohn's in the midst of a flare-up is very difficult to cope with. Even after firing multiple painkillers down my gullet, it still generally feels as though the pain just will not quit, and all I can see is a lifetime spent in bed, or worse, another rush admission to hospital to go through all this one more time. All sounds very dramatic, but it's hard to explain how intense that feeling of depression and sadness (and fear) can be until you are in the middle of it. It's very, very important to remember that the pain WILL pass and it WILL get better - although those kind of cliches can really get my goat right and would probably garner a feeble fist to the jaw in the midst of a flare-up.
However, as this post was a metaphor for a bad day (being a Monday), the way I look towards Tuesday is simply by remembering that I have no choice! Life, and more importantly in my case, MY life goes on. I am incredibly lucky to be doing so well and I know it could be a lot worse. I am 100% aware that everyday I am well is precious and I have to do my best to cherish them as there are too many of the bad.
I live to fist-punch jaws another day, and who wouldn't be delighted to face another day with that in mind? POW!
This post is written as part of NHBPM - 30 health posts in 30 days