five months waiting for pain clinic, another two to go. baseline pain’s 5-6 which is whatever, i manage… but the waiting itself is destroying my head way more than pain ever has.
at least when i’m flaring i understand what’s happening. this just… not knowing, no plan, no real finish line - that’s eating me alive.
does anyone else find the depression hits harder from waiting than from the actual pain itself… how do you not fall apart when there’s just time and nothing else