Post by bygraceofgod on Feb 7, 2008 11:56:10 GMT -5
I am female, 50, near Los Angeles, disabled turned artist.
I have had Morgellons for so many years. I have been diagnosed with MS, Fibro Myalga, Dementia, Lower Back Deterioration, etc., a meth-anphetamine abuser (never mind the clean blood test) and finally Delusional Parasitosis. Of which I have none of these and most symptoms have lifted to varying degrees, others come and go.
I have gone from a wheelchair, back to my feet. YEAH! the body is stronger and less painful.
I have lost half my body weight and my muscles, lost my beasts and butt, Boy O Boy, I look like a boy. My face is bony and sometimes I see David Bowie looking back through the mirror at me!
I have had every symptom on the list plus more, have seen and experienced every unimaginable thing. I have become shock-proof, but still get disappointed by new things emerging from my body. I have had anthropods and seems I have another one I didn't know about.
I have literally tried crazy thing I could think of.
The only thing about me that has been untouched is my spirituality, and my faith has never been stronger. I know the Father and Son as never before and Jesus has walked me through many difficulties.
I may not survive this but not afraid of death. I am Native American with a more delicate immune system to begin with and we do not fare well through illness' and toxins. I have very nearly died 3 times. I am up and fighting mightily at this time.
No delusions; I know the planet is dying. Past civilizations have killed themselves off, and I would see this as a cycle if we hadn't produced the bio-chem nano-tech that is unstoppable.
This looks like the final plague to me.
I try to stay in a positive state of mind, though my energy limits my activity and that's frustrating. My creativity is zapped. I get very little accomplished in a day.
My marriage was murdered. Seems men aren't all too tolerant of this and my husband doesn't even believe there is anything wrong. He can't see lesions, tufts of fiber emerging, worm like gels, red dots, discolored spots, or the strong tough morgons worm-like things tearing through my tissue and ripping huge holes through my skin from which the whole Big Ugly emerges. Most strange is that he has this himself and locks himself in the bathroom, spending hours at a time picking at his unhealing pimples. He would rather I take antipsychotics, and get up off me A and do things.
My dog died from this and he is in denial that his dog has this too.
The year before last, I have the honor of nursing both my mother then his mother to theirs deaths which is very personal and loving experience, plus they both got the love, care and comfort at home, and not dying alone. It is obvious in retrospect that this killed them.
This is certainly the most difficult trial we have to face. Though I know good rises from suffrage. We may not see it today, but in time we'll see the blessing in this.
Whoever you are, know that I'm praying for you.
I have had Morgellons for so many years. I have been diagnosed with MS, Fibro Myalga, Dementia, Lower Back Deterioration, etc., a meth-anphetamine abuser (never mind the clean blood test) and finally Delusional Parasitosis. Of which I have none of these and most symptoms have lifted to varying degrees, others come and go.
I have gone from a wheelchair, back to my feet. YEAH! the body is stronger and less painful.
I have lost half my body weight and my muscles, lost my beasts and butt, Boy O Boy, I look like a boy. My face is bony and sometimes I see David Bowie looking back through the mirror at me!
I have had every symptom on the list plus more, have seen and experienced every unimaginable thing. I have become shock-proof, but still get disappointed by new things emerging from my body. I have had anthropods and seems I have another one I didn't know about.
I have literally tried crazy thing I could think of.
The only thing about me that has been untouched is my spirituality, and my faith has never been stronger. I know the Father and Son as never before and Jesus has walked me through many difficulties.
I may not survive this but not afraid of death. I am Native American with a more delicate immune system to begin with and we do not fare well through illness' and toxins. I have very nearly died 3 times. I am up and fighting mightily at this time.
No delusions; I know the planet is dying. Past civilizations have killed themselves off, and I would see this as a cycle if we hadn't produced the bio-chem nano-tech that is unstoppable.
This looks like the final plague to me.
I try to stay in a positive state of mind, though my energy limits my activity and that's frustrating. My creativity is zapped. I get very little accomplished in a day.
My marriage was murdered. Seems men aren't all too tolerant of this and my husband doesn't even believe there is anything wrong. He can't see lesions, tufts of fiber emerging, worm like gels, red dots, discolored spots, or the strong tough morgons worm-like things tearing through my tissue and ripping huge holes through my skin from which the whole Big Ugly emerges. Most strange is that he has this himself and locks himself in the bathroom, spending hours at a time picking at his unhealing pimples. He would rather I take antipsychotics, and get up off me A and do things.
My dog died from this and he is in denial that his dog has this too.
The year before last, I have the honor of nursing both my mother then his mother to theirs deaths which is very personal and loving experience, plus they both got the love, care and comfort at home, and not dying alone. It is obvious in retrospect that this killed them.
This is certainly the most difficult trial we have to face. Though I know good rises from suffrage. We may not see it today, but in time we'll see the blessing in this.
Whoever you are, know that I'm praying for you.