Loneliness

Hey everyone!
This is my first post, I just joined today.
I am reaching out for support as I am feeling very alone in my chronic illness. I have been diagnosed with 15 chronic illnesses; 5 of which are autoimmune diseases. In my journey, I do not feel as though anyone can relate to my experience and people get overwhelmed when I talk about it. I see people’s eye get big and they get uncomfortable or just try to fix my “problems”.
I do not know anyone who has been through what I am going through, or if they are it is not at the extent that I am.
Does anyone have suggestions for this or can anyone help with some support on the matter? I have been feeling very lonely as a result.
Thank you all. ❤️ #ChronicIllness #IntracranialHypertension #exhausted #Loneliness #RheumatoidArthritis #AntiphospholipidSyndrome #Endometriosis #Adenomyosis #PolycysticOvarySyndrome #AlopeciaAreata #Psoriasis #Fibromyalgia #Lupus

Hi Mighties 💙
My name is Hamna. I’m 20, a Radiology Technician, and a childhood stroke survivor from Pakistan.
Here is my story,

Reflections on Accessibility: A Radiology Tech’s Story
As a Radiology Technician and stroke survivor, I’ve learned that medicine teaches us technical skills… but rarely how to include people with disabilities.
When I was 6, in Class 1, my life changed overnight. A severe headache, then I couldn’t wake up. The next morning I couldn’t walk, talk, or stand. My father carried me everywhere.
After days of CTs and MRIs, the diagnosis: stroke. I was paralyzed for over a month. On day 5, by the grace of Allah, I spoke again. After a month of physiotherapy, I walked again.
But the hardest part came later. School. Bullying. “She can’t.” “She’s fragile.” I hid my right hand under my scarf. I cried when people asked about my story. Society taught me that symmetry equals worth.
In college, books saved me. Kafka and Dostoevsky gave language to my loneliness. Photography and design gave me a place where I was judged by my work, not my body.
Entering radiology, I heard it again: “Change fields. You can’t do injections or BP with one hand.” I chose to prove them wrong. I learned to run an X-ray machine single-handed. I’ve cared for 200+ patients.
Because I’ve been the patient on that table, terrified, I bring empathy no textbook can teach.
I’m not sharing this for sympathy. I’m sharing it as a call: Train teachers to support, not discourage. Define clinical skill by outcome and empathy, not by “how” it looks.
I am a survivor. I am still healing. And I am building a career to make healthcare accessible for all.
#Strokesurvivor #Depression #Hope #MentalHealth

Hi, my name is Ali. I'm a mother of 3. My daughter, Bea, is 17, and lives with a whole concoction of diagnoses. Most prevalent being Schizoaffective disorder and AuDHD. She’s so isolated, and lonely. I had encouraged her to seek out friendships in local groups, but finds it very difficult to maintain friendships, as no one else understands what it’s like to live with these diagnoses. So, I’m here looking for ways to help her find friends that can relate to her.

#MightyTogether

I've dealt with depression multiple times before, and I'd generally say I manage it quite well , I potentially have BPD too, but I function fairly well overall these days. In the past few months, I've recognised that I've been a bit lonely and withdrawn, but I actually felt pretty good , especially compared to a big depressive dip a few months back ...or at least I thought I did.

It's hard to explain. I don't know who I've been. I'm confused and questioning everything. It's foggy trying to think about how I've actually been acting or feeling day to day.

I've always had an active imagination and used daydreaming as a coping mechanism, for as long as I can remember , that part isn't new. But I think my inner monologue and my daydreaming have turned into something else now, something louder, more consuming, less like a coping tool and more like it's taking me over. That said, this isn't just about the daydreaming , it's part of a bigger picture where I feel like I've been acting like a different version of myself these past few weeks in ways I'm only now noticing, and it's affecting my relationships and my sense of who I am.

I'm anxious and paranoid that I'm losing touch. I've been crying a lot, multiple times privately, and finding it hard to act normal around people, scared of seeming weird, or that I'll suddenly lose it and start crying or have a panic attack in front of someone. Right now I feel like I'm fully breaking down, and it's scary.

This all came into focus last night while I was high, experiencing intense emotions and fear — I had a sudden realisation that I haven't been myself for the past few weeks. Even in the moment, I was aware it could just be the drugs talking, and I told myself to wait until I was sober before deciding how real it was. But now I'm sober and I still feel exactly the same. That's what's really scaring me — this isn't going away now the high has worn off, and this realisation, brand new as of last night, has put me into a scary, anxious, paranoid, panicky state I haven't been able to shake since.

I don't have anyone close by to talk this through with right now, which is part of why I'm posting here. I'm scared and I don't know how to put this into words for the people around me.

Any advice, similar experiences, or just a sanity check would help

#MentalHealth #Depression #CheckInWithMe

Hi, my name is GAMamma. I'm here because
I just turned 60 yesterday and have been feeling really down even while taking my antidepressants. I don’t feel in control and can’t shake myself out of this feeling. Two weeks ago we put our very ill GSD which hasn’t helped. My disconnected marriage of 31 years has left me pretty lonely. I have been a at home mom and have two adult children, one is married and the other working full time and is still at home with us. I am in some sort of pain everyday. I live in the Deep South and when the temp is reasonable, I spend a lot of time in my garden. I haven’t participated in four different church ministries in a while. I have started horseback riding again and am working on a schedule for lessons as it’s been years. I haven’t felt like this in almost 20 years and I’m scared. I do know and appreciate that I have a lot going for me, such as my family, my critters, and my home. I don’t know how to get out of this slump. I do have an appointment with my GP next week and hopefully she’ll have some good suggestions for me. Thank you! #MightyTogether #Depression #Migraine #Fibromyalgia #AutismSpectrumDisorder #ADHD