It has been the most testing few years, having had four operations, two within 24 hours, where I'm very lucky to be here. Two family bereavements, which I never thought I'd witness in my life, or having to support my child through such traumatic events due to the failings of the NHS. To trying to get a degree done and a failing relationship...
Also, my physical, emotional, and mental health declining due to surgeries and then having to look at myself every day. While having no support from my partner, to be told I've changed from when we first met.
I am grateful that my stoma changed my life, but oh my, I hate it some days, and I wish I could be somewhere else. I live for my children, and they will always keep me going.
When you've constantly been told how mental I am from years of traumatic abuse as a child and having PTSD, and then all the surgeries and having flashbacks from that... to then being told who would want me in the state my body is in.
It's degrading in itself when I do not now look like everyone else. I know I am better off without that person, but the years of name-calling really have taken their toll.
Needed a rant and someone who could understand and not be told I think you look nice when that's not how it works mentally in my brain, and then to be hurled abuse.
I hope that the storm isn't too long, and I know I can come through the other end, but having to see that person with someone else who isn't like me is also heartbreaking.