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My dad. :( It's sad to watch knowing you can't do anything.

Chronic Chest pains here and heart rate issues.

Every day, multiple times a day, I clutch my chest and gasp for breath/double over.

Its become such a common occurence I dont even have the "OH MY GOD IS THIS IT" response anymore.

I usually just angrily scream "god DAMNIT" through gritted teeth as my heart rate goes through the roof for the next 10 minutes to 7 hours.

Took me laying in the ER hooked up to a heart monitor and having one infront of a nurse that I was even remotely taken seriously, and even then it was just a "uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, okay take these beta blockers, bye "

when i asked what it was, they just shruged and said "its normal, weird you act like it hurts so much, but oh well"

20+ years later, i still got it, and it gets worse every passing year. yet i'm in perfect health according to the doctors and tests

Right there with you, my friend.

Yup! Ehlers Danlos Syndrome is a BITCH. I was diagnosed in 2014 and I wish I could go back in time and scream at younger Shelby to quit gymnastics, quit cheerleading, and quit my job as a contortionist... on the outside, I look healthy and even do boudoir for a living, but my doctor says my ligaments are similar to someone in their late seventies. It's hard when you look "normal" because everyone assumes you're faking it.

I don't have chronic pain but this is my cycle of depression

Twisted a vertebrae and broke a collarbone here.

I get that cramping feeling you get in your neck when you run in crisp cold air and are filling your lungs completely and quickly because you are so out of breath but you are pushing yourself to just get up the hill and down the driveway so you can get home and slam the door behind you, lock the top dead bolt, lock the door knob, drag your prized armoire to block the door, it needs to be firm. Then take all your other furniture to baracade the back door, garage door, and the door to the garden. You desperately begin taking apart chairs and taking cubbards and doors off their hinges. You need any extra piece of wood to hammer into the wall to block the windows. You are panting and heaving, feeling nauseous from exhaustion, but you know stopping is not an option. You cannot slow down, you need to make the most of every second, he who hesitates is lost, but he who rests is dead. You keep thinking "10% faster, 10% faster, please God not like this, 10% faster". It's at that moment, when you feel that aching and pulling of your collarbone that you realize you were too late. The pit in your stomach filling like a water balloon, your throat tightening and eyes beginning to water. You were no longer keeping him out, you were now keeping him in. You knew he was faster, stronger, and more cleverer than you, but you had to at least try. Any glimpse of survival is extinguished, your fate was all but sealed long ago. It was always going to be this way, it was always going to be Shia LaBeouf.

Also it feels like someone stabbed me in the back from time to time. Thank God for weed.

My life right here. Good god. I know I’m annoying and I hate it.

Incredibly accurate. I've had migraines since at least high school that have evolved into a migraine that hasn't stopped for a second for at least 4 years now. Most of the time I can soldier on, but I'm having an all caps night tonight.

This but with loneliness

It has a large effect on mental health and depression, too. The pain becomes sort of like being trapped under a too heavy blanket or something, and you're always fighting with it. Good things feel less good because you're hurting, and bad things feel worse because you're hurting. Pain meds help a little, but it sort of numbs everything else along with the pain. The only time you can get a bit of respite is when you're sleeping, and you better hope nothing wakes you up because then you're laying in pain trying to go back to sleep for an hour. Awful.

I'd just start doing heroin