Oh no, okay SO I posted a poem to my book Surviving Myself called Please Listen that was EXTREMELY DIFFICULT to put out there. It's about what I've been dealing with for the past almost 7 months. It's called Functional Neurological/Movement Disorder (FND/FMD) or maybe you've heard of the term conversion disorder? Although this can be true, it's also what doctors can tell you when they don't know what's wrong.
I know no one ever responds to my messages etc. and probably don't even read them, but THIS IS IMPORTANT. This isn't just about me anymore, I'm sure there are other people out there who feel similarly to me. I don't even know what's possessing me to write this right now, it was hard enough posting Please Listen which is hardly poetic (I do have a poem in the same book called psychosomatic which actually counts as a poem). The more people who read it though the more chance there is of hope, change and of comforting someone in a position I've become used to.
Basically I'm a massive scaredy-cat who wants to raise awareness like all the other brave people I watch on YouTube, but I'm not quite brave enough. I already write though, so surely that isn't too socially far out of my depth for a starting point?
I may not be able to be a nurse anymore (and have realised I probably don't really want to - long story), but I still WANT TO HELP PEOPLE. So even if this backfires on me and hurts me more, if this gets to someone who needs it then maybe there was a purpose in this.
Please Listen. If you want to help me then please spare a few minutes on my poem. -OH MY GOODNESS WHAT AM I ON ABOUT I'm not even sure I want anybody to see this because it's scary, embarrassing and puts me in a really vulnerable place. But hey, I'm trying! So if you want to TRY to understand too, maybe head over there!
Thanks for your time,
Chloe