babybird wrote:
There's a lot to think about there Edna
As it turns out that I was right.
Not being able to breathe well IS giving me chronic stress and crappier mental health, that it's a wonder how I don't have a diagnosable mental illness.
This is my 3rd week of being able to literally breathe well.
Now I know: how much spoons actually something costs me, how much spoons I DO HAVE as opposed to not mattering because even if I did nothing it's as if I still did something, an expansion of my emotions and definately the lack of clinginess that emotions itself is doing to me.
What stress actually feels like without that damn noise in my whole body.
That I am really am dealing with an untreated and unmanageable chronic illness. Since age 5. Dealing with this nonsense for almost 25 years.
Continuously.
And it's mislabeled, misidentified, mistreated. It's the real reason why I cannot trust myself in a lot of things.
Like, I can never visualize myself being in any service related jobs.
Who accepts an employee with an unmanageable a "chronic allergy" that sniffles and sneezes so loudly all year long for most of her waking life?
Nobody.
Not even as a janitor -- who would trust someone to keep something clean if the person is so disgusting she couldn't keep her own slobber to herself???
I can be shameless. I can be weird upfront no problem. I don't care if that's the reason why people don't like me; because it means they do not consent to want me for me.
Because that reveals who they are to me and I like that.
But not stupid and entitled shameless to pretend that people are more repelled by a potential COVID infection case regardless of 'personality', trustworthiness and
competency.
That doesn't help me reveal people who they are as a person. They're not judging me, they're being sensible.
And not to mention how disruptive the symptoms itself are, that there are no clear triggers and nothing to avoid, how overwhelming it is and I never need to leave, go anywhere noisy and chaotic when my own body is doing it themselves.
Can you imagine? Focusing at your interests and suddenly, you just can't stop sneezing? For hours? And gotten so disruptive, shifting back again and again for said hours end out of stubborness until it just became too exhausting keep shifting gears, let alone sustain another focus session?
Oh, and superfocus doesn't filter said sneezing out. It doesn't work like tunnelling in to filter out environmental noise and outside presence, or forget basic faculties like hunger and thirst in favor of the activity.
No, it just interrupts you, lose momentum and give you headache inducing inertia. Worse if your interests are hands on like crafting, and you need a steadier hand and an eye that won't leave.
Let alone any job involving that.
You try being immersive when all the half of your mind is struggling to breathe comfortably, mindfully. Like you're chronically forced to multitask.
Doesn't matter how much is in your mind or how many tabs you can close within to focus at a snap, it will go sideways.
This is not the mind dealing with, but it's certainly is affecting said mind.
And it doesn't matter how relaxed and comfortable you are; unlike the mind or even the nervous system to some extent where you can persuade or distract it, that's the fricking immune system with no form of 'supressors' to quiet it down (not even the art of relaxation itself) because it hasn't been found yet.
And then hearing too much of your breathing you can't wear earplugs? You choose; road noises drowning your loud breathing, or tinnitus AND your louder breathing because it's never not clogged or/and inflammed?
Equally stressing.
Oh, and the entirety of hating sleep.
And it's consequences. All because the crap made it painful, more annoying, miserable and very unreliable.
Regardless; it's not prostaglandins, histamine or leukotrienes. Not until a professional found which is which.