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Struggles

I have this struggle, especially at work, with how much to talk about my health issues.  I feel like I want to yell at a coworker when they complain about stomach aches, or headaches, or other minor aches and pains.  I want to say that it's only a fraction of what I deal with every single day.  I want to say I would gladly trade them for a migraine that lasts only 2 days.  I would love to be tired because of a baby up all night instead of sleeping for 10 hours only to wake unrefreshed.

I always struggle with speaking up for myself, or not caring what people think.  I feel like a horrible person for thinking these things when someone complains about normal things that everyone complains about.  I do care, but it's hard to relate.  I wish I could talk openly about how I actually feel today, when someone asks "How are you?".  I know they are expecting "well" or "okay".  One time I would like to say, I'm struggling to get through the day because I'm frustrated about the current treatment or my muscles feel like they are on fire, or I'm just trying to get through the next 3 hours.

My coworkers are not at all receptive to any "health talk".  I try not to bring it up.  I know it's difficult for anyone to relate to.

More and more, I feel like I don't have anyone to talk to, to just vent and cry to about how awful it is. How I don't know if I can do it for one more week.

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