Dear Me

Hi body, Bryanna here.

Is there something we need to talk about? Have I done something to offend you? Is this "silent treatment" going to continue much longer because I really don't have time to worry about your needs and your wants on a regular (heh) basis. No, really! Most people don't have to deal with the crap (heh) that you make me go through. It started out as just an occasional annoyance, but now it's happening on a weekly, if not daily, basis.

I've sought medical treatment, like everyone has told me to do, but the doctors? The people who are supposed to heal you? They keep telling me the exact same thing. Which is, essentially, what I've been doing for the past couple of months.

Water.
Exercise.
Fiber.

Now, I may not always have my 8 glasses of water a day, but I do try. I keep the little green water bottle near my desk full and sip and re-fill it all day. I play ultimate, beach volleyball, and soccer every week. I go to the gym and I try to ride my bike to as many of these activities as possible. I choke down a mixture of Metamucil* and orange juice every day, which is not only disgusting, but also slightly humiliating. I do all of these things and, still, you do not oblige me. Well, actually, to be fair, you do behave well up to a certain point. Maybe 5 days. Then you suddenly decide that what I am doing is just not good enough and you seemingly shut down...until you awaken again and that's a whole other scary story.

When this happens I get anxious. I worry about you a lot and then I worry more knowing that this anxiety will only make things worse for both you and me. I get angry and short tempered and, worst of all, I become very uncomfortable in my own skin.

So, I'm hoping that you'll cut me some slack and start treating me with the same respect that I give you. It's only fair.

Your hopeful friend,

Bry


* As a child I remember watching Metamucil commercials and thinking that it looked quite yummy. I would slap my 5 year old self now...if only I could.