Oh god, yeah.
One of the worst things ever was being ultimately convinced by my friends & family that I was 'just a bit lazy and just a bit crazy' and all that... convinced to redouble my efforts to 'break on through to the other side.' Which I sincerely tried, with every bit of my being.

Holy hell, and I would sometimes subsequently slip in to *severe*-mode for a while, which was absolute terrifying. Like, I could barely even make my way to the bathroom to attend to my duties, and all that.

So I learned that, sadly, I could never trust other people to actually comprehend what I was going through. That I was all alone, completely, and somehow I would have to work things out and survive, with egg on my face over-and-over again.

@Björn Tantau@swg-empire.de

[–] Drusas@fedia.io 4 points 1 week ago (1 children)

I'm so sorry you were pressured like that.

I didn't have as much external pressure as you did, but I fell into a similar trap. I would push myself, because that's the person I always was, and then I would crash and get so much worse. I remember a time when I couldn't move basically at all from how badly I had overexerted myself, and I just asked my partner to stick a saltine on the pillow in front of my face so I could try to get to it at some point (saltines will melt in your mouth on their own even without chewing).

[–] JohnnyEnzyme@piefed.social 3 points 1 week ago

Wow... I don't know what to say about this @#*!$ disease, but at least we have each other to tell our tales, no?