I was diagnosed in April of this year, after 9 months of constant pain. I suppose it feels good to have a diagnosis, but I am so goddamn sad. There are good days where it feels like maybe everything will be okay… And then there are days when I’m tired and frustrated and missing my old life, and the grief feels suffocating. My mom wants to help me but can’t, my dad is in denial and thinks I was misdiagnosed, and seeing them so sad might be the most heartbreaking thing of all. I can’t even bring myself to look at photos from before the pain started because it makes me cry to think that my life might never be like that again. My dream is to become a nurse, but that might not be feasible so I feel completely lost in what to do for a career (if I’m even able to work!). Please tell me the grief gets better? I’m so exhausted.