I was diagnosed with PsA two years ago. Since then, I feel like my life has been a virtual rollercoaster. I just want my "old" life back, the "old" ME back.
I'm frustrated that I can't do nearly what I was able to do before this diagnosis. I get winded just from picking up after the kids, doing dishes, or gathering laundry. I tried to mop our kitchen floor the other day, and afterwards had to take a long nap just to be able to function for the rest of the day.
I work full time as an orchestra teacher at 9 elementary schools. I travel to two schools daily, which means setting up and tearing down the room at two schools daily. I have about 350 students, grades 4-6, that I see once per week. I'm not doing the kind of job where I can just sit at a desk and work at my own pace. My job is very physically demanding and when I get home, I literally have to crash for a couple of hours.
I can't go anywhere without having some child ask me " what's wrong with your ARMS??" because I have horrible psoriasis. I'm very self-conscious about my condition. Right now, just writing this, I want to break down.
I have two wonderful sons, 14 and 10, and the most incredibly supportive husband that I could ever hope to have. They are my world. They totally understand my challenges, and are so patient and loving to me. But I feel tremendous guilt because of the things I can no longer do for them.
I'm on Methotrexate (1 ml injection every Friday) and Enbrel. I have a pain management doctor who has put me on Nucynta because I needed something strong for my pain that I could still take while teaching. It does help, but I'm just at the end of my rope.
I just sent my therapist a text at 2 am asking to be seen this week. I'm feeling very low right now. Life should not have to be this difficult. I am on Cymbalta for depression, which my doctor had doubled because of my depression. My husband is a Marriage and Family therapist, and I feel like I've been horrible to him lately. He is dealing with his own issues, too, and I feel like a horrible wife that I can't be there for him as much as I want to. I feel useless to everyone. I am considering checking myself into the hospital because there are times that I would like to just end it all.
Thank you for letting me vent and rant at 2:30 am. I have to be up in a couple of hours and just can't sleep. Maybe if I take a few more pain pills, I can just drift into a beautiful long sleep.....
I need any support you can offer, friends. I do not think that I'm thinking rationally right now, which is very disturbing to me. Please help.