I have a severe digestive disease that has almost killed me more than 7 times in the past 10 years. It has deprived me of life, human connection, opportunity, and any chance at normalcy. Dealing with it has definitely made me mentally ill and I would even say neurodivergent at this point, since the almost nonstop trauma of nearly dying, or living under the threat that it could happen again at any time, has surely been brain damaging. It's made worse by the fact that I live alone and am trapped by financial limitations from making the necessary changes I need to make to start feeling whole again. Every time I get ill I have to dig deep inside myself and find the grit to take care of myself, even though I can barely function. These circumstances have made me a quasi-hermit and outsider. I haven't felt in sync with the day to day human world for years now and I'm not sure how to reintegrate. I feel invisible.
One thing I'm doing right now is studying a health sciences degree through online university. It has been hard but very rewarding. My hope is that education unlocks some doors for me, but I'm not sure at this point if I could even hold a regular job. I was previously self-employed practicing Chinese medicine, and had about 1000 clients who were in and out. It was rewarding work, but draining if you have an illness that sucks your life force, especially when you are providing care to so many people. Now I don't know what I'm doing... just school and trying to survive off gigs here and there.
Being chronically ill or disabled sucks. I see some of the hard-earned benefits of my life path, but it's not something I would chose for myself or anyone really. We all just want to feel connection and love, but being sick all the time really makes that hard. I've grown accustomed to rarely having my human needs met. I am hoping that I can make some meaningful changes in the coming years because I can't imagine this way of life continuing much longer. I feel like a bug trapped in amber. At the same time, I acknowledge that I am participating in a well-worn human archetype... the wounded, the hermit, the wise recluse, suffering/insight, hell vs awakening, etc. I feel very connected to all the sick people who currently or historically lived in abject anguish while unknowingly (or knowingly) doing profound spiritual work.
What is this all leading up to? I have no idea.