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So it finally hit me last night. My husband got home from work and was asking about dinner. I didn't feel like eating. He reheated chicken and I just watched him eat. Then the tears came. I've only cried happy tears over my diagnosis (being happy that I finally had a solution), but this was the first time it really hit me. I have Celiac disease. This isn't something I have to deal with for a few months. This is a lifestyle change that I have to continue, forever. I was upset last night because I was tired of eating the same things (I know I need to experiment with cooking). I went to lunch with a friend and I was frustrated that somehow a non-gluten friendly item ended up on my plate. I'm tired of explaining to restaurants how careful they need to be. I'm tired of going places and having to constantly worry about what I can/can't eat. I fear that when I have kids, we'll have to go places that I won't be able to eat. I worry that the next time a friend invites me over, I'll offend them by asking what they are cooking (happened already). I worry that I will eat something wrong accidentally, but by the time I find out, I just have to deal with the symptoms. I'm am pretty much in constant worry. What if? I know that in the long term, I will feel better. I feel better already. But on a daily basis, this is an internal struggle that I am learning to fight. How do you cope? How do you deal?