I Am My Own Worst Enemy

** disclaimer: I have updated my post to hopefully more accurately get my message I wanted to across. Remember everyone is different and how I handle things I understand is not going to be the same for everyone else 🙂

I have decided to take a break from my blog and myself really, to try and figure out the best way to cope with things.

First off, I want to say that you are all such wonderful people. Whether you just follow my story and comment on my blog, whether you follow me on social media and write me inspiring messages, or whether you know me personally and have taken the time to wish me well. Thank you. It means a lot when you are struggling to make it on your own.

I am getting more sick by the day it seems. I haven’t had a solid poop in 3 weeks, I am still bleeding, I am nauseous, tired, faint, I have no appetite, and feel like such a scatter brain with this brain fog. It feels like how I was a couple months ago. So I called my doctor and of course there were concerns. I had been on Humira now for over 4 months, I should have been well past this stage last month. So we did more tests because something is wrong. We don’t know what yet, but there is something wrong. It could be that I stopped responding to Humira, that I got an infection, that my disease is too strong and Humira is no longer enough. So many possibilities, but none are really that great. The best would just be an infection at this point.

So I did my routine tests and now I’m just waiting. Waiting seems to be the time when I get the worst. I stress because there’s too many unknowns, I stress because I feel so sick and I’m at the point that I don’t know how to help myself, and I stress because I just want this to end not start all over again. I beat myself up because I’m supposed to be past this. I’m supposed to be better and getting ready for my trip, not looking into the very real possibility of having to cancel it at this point.

I feel trapped within myself, physically and mentally.

But I guess when you are battling yourself, whether its an autoimmune disorder or not, sadness is a common side effect, isn’t it? How can you not be sad or beat yourself up when it is literally your own self that’s hurting you? My own body has decided to turn against me for whatever reason and right now there isn’t much I can do about it. And when you lose that much power over yourself, isn’t it normal to just let it consume you? To just start to detach yourself from you because it’s becoming too hard to battle yourself?


I kept telling myself that it was normal. That I was allowed to be sad and mourn in a way (which I still think is true). That it was normal to cry myself to sleep some nights or cry most nights if I’m being honest as I watched my body wither. I told myself it’s okay to just not want to go out to do things because I’m an inconvenience anyways, so why hassle people? (But it’s all in my head because none of my friends or family feel this way). I told myself that this sadness was normal, because I wasn’t thinking about dying. I very much want to live. In fact I want to do the exact opposite of dying. I want to escape and scream at the top of my lungs and just feel alive again. I want to do things without fear again. So because I didn’t want to die, I “wasn’t that bad”. 

But that’s a lie and I need to accept that yes I am sad, but I need to handle it better. My body was trying to tell me that this was more than just normal sadness. I shouldn’t cry almost every night resulting in a head ache nearly every morning. I shouldn’t want to sleep most of my day away because so far that’s the only way I can fully escape the pain. I shouldn’t have to lie to everyone every time someone asks how I’m doing. I shouldn’t feel like I’m completely alone even when I’m surrounded by friends and family. I shouldn’t fear what every waking hour is going to be like because my body has become so unpredictable. I shouldn’t stop looking for the good in any situation and always look for the bad to prove myself right that it’s better to just not do anything.

But I do.

And I’m scared because I feel like I keep forcing myself to plummet in this downhill spiral and one day I’m not going to know how to get back up.

I am my own worst enemy. I have always been.

Sadness is a tricky emotion. In some ways it provides you this false comfort and that’s what I clung to. It’s not until someone else is trying to shake you back to reality that you realize this blanket of comfort isn’t comfort at all. It’s just sadness. An emotion we all need to go through, but that’s the key. To go through. Work it out. Not cling to. Because one day you might finally take the blanket off and realize that the darkness which you would once seek under the blanket, is the same darkness that has now completely consumed your world.

I don’t know if this makes sense. I’m just rambling at this point to try and clear my head. Get myself to make better goals again. To get better.

But I also want to remind anyone who is going through their own battles, whether it’s because of an illness or not, that you need to push through it. I don’t mean the disease itself, I mean push through the depression and sadness. It is so unbelievably hard, trust me I know. I spent most of my week last week watching Law and Order SVU and crying rather than being productive because it just felt easier to give into what I was feeling. It felt easier to just check out rather than face the situation. And you will get tired. You will question what’s worth it or not, especially when it seems like all your efforts result in nothing. You will need days to just cry it out. You will need moments to just be alone. You will feel numb because you have felt everything so intensely for so long and now you’re just burnt out. You will crave the hours where your mind stops rushing with thoughts and what ifs, where you spend more time daydreaming what could be instead of living life, and where sleep becomes an escape. You will (or maybe not if you’re lucky) go through this and more. But one day it has to stop. One day you have to get back up again, just as you have many times before. There’s a sadness you can work through and is necessary to go through and then there’s my sadness that was more self loathing and “woe is me”, which in the long run isn’t doing me any favors. You can only beat yourself up so much before it takes a toll and trust me, I’m reaching that breaking point. Remember no one can save you from you. Only you can.

So this is my start, again. To get back up again and maybe stumble through this battle. To face whatever challenge lies ahead (I find out Monday what’s going on) and just accept that I can’t control this. I can only control how I react to the situation.


With love,


Published by shitsandgiggleswithb

A 20 something university graduate who was recently diagnosed with Ulcerative Colitis. Follow me and my journey with this chronic illness.

8 thoughts on “I Am My Own Worst Enemy

  1. Ok I ignored your last “sick people need to get up and dust themselves off post”–because you are sick and I didn’t want to give you any sh*t–and you obviously believe the BS you are telling yourself.

    But you are wrong.

    A lot of us get sick *because* we tell ourselves things aren’t that bad and stress ourselves out and instead of coping with it, we tell ourselves “If I just…” (have a better attitude, force myself to go to the gym/out with friends). When what we *need* is to rest, to watch law and order, to cry, and to ACCEPT OURSELVES THE WAY WE ARE–even at our worst–and STOP being a f*ing cheerleader.

    Go start an annoymous blog like mine where you can actually talk about all the dark places your mind goes without all this “Buuuuut I’ll try harder! I’ll be ok!” BS. Maybe you won’t be ok. Maybe you’ll be sick for several more months or even a year until you find a better medicine that works. Maybe you’ll need to have your colon removed. And you will live through it. Whether on the couch resting or stumbling around trying to pretend you’re “normal”. But do yourself a favor and work on accepting what is unacceptable to you. XOXO


    1. Hey! I appreciate the honesty to your comment, but I think maybe I presented myself wrong. I am in no means trying to be a “cheerleader” haha (maybe I’ll work on my tone) I would say lately most people can attest that I’m quite the opposite. I took time away from my blog and most of life last week to try and cope with things.

      I have been battling anxiety and depression since around March. And I agree that a lot of times we tell ourselves it isn’t that bad and what usually happens is we get worse because we ignored the signs our bodies were giving us. And that’s what this blog post was about. I was ignoring the signs of how upset all of this was really making me and how bad my depression or sadness, however you wish to word it, was getting. I told myself I was still okay because I wasn’t sad enough to contemplate suicide. But that’s wrong.

      It was effecting my ideas of my self-worth, it was affecting my friendships and relationships, it was effecting how I carried myself day to day, it was effecting my work life, it was impacting my schooling which I had been so excited for and now barely had the motivation to get through. I was ignoring all the signs that I was not okay. I’m sure you can agree that half our lives seem to be pretending that everything is okay because it’s just easier. It’s easier than facing sometimes the hardships we may not be ready to face, it’s certainly easier than having a conversation with someone about everything that is going wrong, and it’s easier for me than admitting that things are out of my control (because clearly I’m a bit of a control freak haha).

      But yes, I always try to tell myself that I have to try harder because I know myself. I know that if I continue to just cry in bed while watching Law and Order, I’m just going to get worse when it comes to my mental health. My biggest reason for still working full-time while going through all of this again because I know myself. Working gives me some sort of routine, because if I didn’t work I would be someone who stays in bed until 8 pm. And hey some people need that and to some people that’s all they can do and that’s more than okay. But I am at a point where I can still do more if I push myself (without going overboard).

      If shit hits the fan and for whatever reason I don’t make it through (I don’t think I would die, seems a bit far fetched but you know what I mean) at least I can look back and say that I tried. “Dusting yourself off” doesn’t need to be waking up everyday feeling perky and ready to tackle life. It doesn’t need to be going out and changing the world and changing yourself. Today dusting myself off was that I finally ate a breakfast that wasn’t a liquid meal replacement because my nausea was down just enough!

      But I do have to really work on accepting what is unacceptable.

      Thank you again for your comment and I always enjoy reading your posts. I’ve often thought about going anonymous, but a lot of my “strength” has come from this weird empowerment I got from saying “hey this is me and this is what I’m going through”. But I am planning on diving more into my darker days and thoughts as a lot of people reached out with similar experiences.


  2. I think it’s important to share the frustrations and struggles as much as it is to share the victories. I’m sorry you’re hurting. Gentle hugs and do what you gotta do to take care of you first!

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  3. Such an honest post. I’m really sorry to hear about the difficult time you’ve been having. I really hope that the new tests will bring you some answers and that it will be something that’s easy to treat. Try not to shut people out. Like you said, they still want to meet up with you and it’s also good for you not to retreat too much into yourself. Thinking of you

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  4. It’s sad to hear that your latest treatment isn’t going as well as it should. I can understand how frustrating it can be when you want to do fun and exciting things but you’re worried about the logistics. Just this past week I went to Australia to visit my boyfriends family and whoa god was that stressful. Generally he’s understanding but when you go out with friends for dinner and that turns into drinks… he didn’t understand how uncomfortable and difficult that was for me. wandering around downtown not knowing where a restroom would be or if any were open at that hour, not to mention I was actively flaring.
    Really the point is… I want to go out. I want to have fun.
    The reality is… My gut dictates every moment of my life and there are times where my ego just can’t risk taking another hit.
    Your doctors will figure something out. It might take a while. Don’t stop trying. Bring your recovery bag (if I have one, I bet you do too).
    Seriously email me if you need to vent or share strategies with a fellow sufferer.


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