This summer was great. I was unemployed, listened to a lot of records, smoked a lot of pot, made mixtapes. Even had a girlfriend. Our thing was to go on hikes, find a secluded spot in the woods by a stream or waterfall, roll a spliff and share it.
Best of all I had my health back after some serious bouts of fatigue and diffuse body aches, and my social anxiety was under control after getting back on SSRI's (which I had stopped taking because the fatigue and body aches got worse shortly after first going on them). I was enjoying life while realizing the party would be over soon. It was back to college in the fall for me, and I had decided to quit smoking pot while in school.
Before classes started, I had broken it off with my girlfriend, because she wasn't communicative, would kind of push me away, and wasn't willing to hear me out on how that bothered me. I think she was afraid of rejection in her own way.
About halfway through fall term, a good friend of mine died. I decided to fly back home so I could participate in the funeral. Throughout it all, I was so intent on not falling behind in my classes that I didn't fully allow myself to grieve. I started panicking about how much of a failure I would be if I didn't get good grades in my classes, especially because I already had a bachelor's degree, and was hoping to apply to a masters program in a new field.
Shortly after the funeral my health deteriorated again. I began missing classes. I had to withdraw from a dance class because I couldn't keep up. I got A's in the other courses, but in retrospect I'm not sure it was worth the mental and physical anguish.
Now I'm trying to do the job search thing with very limited energy. I need about 12 hours of sleep each night and some days I need lots of rest. It's tough figuring out my next move. Do I go for something part time? Do I mention these health issues during an interview? Should I opt for freelance projects? This is a gig economy, or so they say. Maybe I should just apply for disability.
One thing I have plenty of is time, which has its plusses. You need time to listen to records, and watch movies, and read books, and keep up on the news. You also need time to grieve, and to get a little perspective on life.
Recently, I got the idea to write Dr Gabor Maté and ask him if he has any insights into chronic fatigue syndrome, as I suspect that's what I have. He had once responded to an email I sent about a friend's health issues. I was first made aware of Maté by an episode of Democracy Now! where he spoke about the connections between certain personality styles and illnesses. I later read his, "When the Body Says No: Understanding the Stress-Disease Connection", which I found fascinating.
As Maté pointed out on DN!, the immune system has been called the "floating brain" because "[i]t has memory, it has reactive capacity, and it has learning capacity." It seems plausible that a system this complex; which, as Maté claims, western science shows "incontrovertibly and in great detail" to be "physiologically connected" to the brain; could be affected by a personality disorder. "[I]n short," Maté says, "we have one system. The science that studies it is called psychoneuroimmunology. And scientifically, it’s not even controversial, but it’s completely lacking from medical practice."
In trying to imagine what his response to my email would be (thinking like the Maté), I came up with the following theory: My chronic fatigue syndrome is my immune system acting on behalf of an inner sense that danger lurks around every corner. It must stay on alert, even to the point of causing suffering. Chronic, low-grade inflammation becomes necessary collateral damage in the never ending mission to subdue the threat, destroy the invaders. It is the psychoneuroimmunological consequence of my personality disorder.
Maybe for me, fighting inflammation is as much about lessening my fear of rejection as it is about eating the right foods. Maybe feeling energetic again is as much about not diverting energy into worry thoughts as it is about finding the right level of physical activity. In fact, I have run across a published study that concluded there is indeed evidence of a meaningful correlation between certain personality disorders (including AvPD) and CFS.
I can certainly see a kind of comorbidity between my fatigue symptoms and avoidant tendencies. I want to have friendships, but worry that I won't have the energy necessary to foster them, which only undermines them anyway. I want a good job, and a girlfriend, but I constantly worry that my health (among other things) will screw it all up for me, which only worsens my health. Down I spiral.
Maybe unlearning my worries could literally cure my ills.
Does this story sound familiar to anyone or am I just a big, anxious weirdo? I wonder if there is anybody else on this forum who deals with CFS or CFS-like symptoms and knows how challenging that is. I have had little help from doctors, who tend to assume the fatigue and aches are just part of depression. But I'm convinced it's much more than that, based on the severity of my symptoms, and the fact that they don't seem to correspond to my depression at all.