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Mourning the death of the girl I used to be.

29, female. Living in Miami. Recently diagnosed with HSV2.

It’s been a rough week to say the least. I’ve cried so much I’m surprised my body can still produce tears. In what feels like the blink of an eye, I’ve transformed from this once vivacious, independent, successful woman, to a shell of the person I feel I used to be.

I’ve always been outgoing — true “Leo” personality. The girl who had a million friends, was always the one to provide a shoulder to lean on and all the advice in the world, and super successful in my career at such a young age. Admittedly, I was a force to be reckoned with— a true perfectionist who never settled for less. And here I am now feeling as though I’ve lost everything. I’ve become a “victim” to an arbitrary stigma—a stigma that while I know is unfair after I’ve researched all the facts, etc., is still a stigma none-the-less that isn’t showing any evidence of disappearing. (despite wonderful efforts I’ve witnessed from this community alone.)

It still HURTS. And sucks. I’M NOT THIS PERSON.

I don’t recognize myself right now. I need to get out of my bed of self-loathing, but I can’t. I don’t want this to be my reality. I don’t want to admit it. I keep praying that this is a dream I’m going to wake up from. As I type this I realize how dramatic it sounds, but this wasn’t supposed to happen to me! These weren’t supposed to be the cards dealt to me. I know there are SO many worse things that could have happened to me, and for that I’m grateful. But I can’t help but scream at the unfairness of it all. No one deserves to be dealt an incurable virus, and in my case I’m furious that it’s the result of a rendezvous I took part in, in order to “get over” a douchebag ex of mine who did me so wrong. If anyone deserves this HE DOES. Why did it have to happen to me??

I’m lucky to have supportive friends and family in my corner, and I’ve been using them as a sounding board as much as I can. But as soon as I’m alone with my own thoughts, I completely break down. I’ll have bursts of moments where I feel like I may be able to stay positive, and navigate this disease and the rest of my life with confidence, but then I’ll hear a story of how another close friend of mine is engaged and moving forward with a happy life, and I can’t help but be fearful that I’ve now caused my life to stand completely still.

I’m terrified at the thought of the day I decide to re-enter the dating scene —a scene I used to own. My friends would always joke that I needed to write a book detailing all of my crazy stories and encounters over the years, and now it looks as though this new chapter should be the book’s forward — a warning that we’re not invincible, and that you shouldn’t be so trusting of those you don’t know so well. It’s an awful realization to come to terms with.

Vulnerability has never been a friend of mine, and now I need to figure out how to befriend it and utilize it to my advantage. Sharing something so intimate about myself scares the shit out of me. I can’t help but wonder if I’m still going to be desirable. If I’m going to be “worth the risk,” no matter how small, to someone I’m getting to know. I’m afraid my personality and charm can only get me so far. The dating world is scary enough. Throw in the fact that I live in Miami, where the Bumble game runs rampant. There’s so much “opportunity” here when it comes to dating, and I’m heartbroken at the thought that I may be considered damaged goods. The idea that there are great people out there who may love me regardless is not lost on me, but this isn’t an obstacle I want to climb. I know I’m an amazing catch despite “this,” but the fact that I now have to test that truth with thick skin and an optimistic heart is terrifying.

I miss the girl I used to be. That fearless girl. Right now it feels as though she’s gone for good, and I never thought it was truly possible to attend your own funeral.

Comments

  • You haven't spontaneously become someone different. And you are capable of all of the same things you have always been.
    Leo can still kill it at work. Leo can still make a group of friend crack up laughing, or convince them to go to her favorite bar instead of the other one. Leo can still chase that dream of the bigger role in her company, and she would do just as great a job at it, if given the chance!
    I understand a lot of your disappointment, your shame, and your fear.
    I always have held myself to an unattainable standard.
    Before herpes, I never met a single problem I couldn't smash through with will power and determination.
    When I found out, I thought I had lost my ability to feel off stress to gain success, for fear that the stress would trigger out breaks.
    I thought for sure that my business trip would be a major failure, because I would be able to take the lack of sleep, being put on the spot, and my weaknesses exposed while simultaneously dealing with my first out break.
    I thought my girlfriend would definitely leave me.
    I thought I'd have to withdraw from college because I wouldn't be able to handle additional deadlines.
    I thought I might shoot myself, because RegularGuy was dead anyway, and I didn't have the will to live like a RegularPoorSap.

    But I was completely, unbelievably wrong about all of that.
    I smashed my buisness trip, and it was actually even more stressful than anything I had done before. I was thrown to the wolves, a witch hunt ensued to find someone to fire. All of my weaknesses were pointed out, stepped on, and my career threatened.
    And I was still recovering from my first out break.
    In the end, I freaking killed that trip. That trip became the reason I earned the raise I asked for!
    At the same time, I was writing my final essays and taking my final exams for my degree. And I freaking smashed those, too!
    At the same time, my girlfriend was suffering doubt and fear like I was, and we kept communication as a priority, were brutally honest about our thoughts and feelings, and she decided not to ditch me before we even really got our heads wrapped around the problem. At least, if she would have left, it wouldn't have been just because of herpes.

    Not because I am some incredible, indestructible force. But because herpes had absolutely zero influence on my ability to tackle the goals I needed to tackle and achieve what I have always been working toward.

    It will go exactly the same for you, Leo.
    You are too much yourself to spontaneously become something else against your will!

    Sorry to hear you've joined the club.
    Welcome to the community.
    If you find yourself struggling to steer your thoughts away from negative stuff, reach out.
    If you have questions or confessions, we won't judge as a rule.

    I can't wait to read that you've ripped yourself away from your bed, thrown yourself back into the world, and re-taken your pride. Cuz what is a Leo without their pride anyway?
  • @regularguy, I've said it before and I'll say it again. You. Are. A. Rockstar!
  • @regularguy Thank you so much for your beautiful, kind words. It seriously made me cry, and it was the type of encouragement I needed right now. I know this is going to be an interesting journey to say the least, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to overcome it like I’ve handled so many other obstacles before. ❤️
  • Don't worry, many better days ahead.
    We will be here if you need to reach out!
  • It's hard at first, but over time it will get better. It becomes Normal, don't feel like u need to be in a bubble. It was so hard for me too at first. Found out in July hsv2 .. the first is the worst.. u panic at first with anything Nd every thing.. had. Small o.b. last week I use tea tree oil and it went away in no time. I wasn't even sure if it was it at first.. everyone is diffrent.. but it's not the end of the world. Hang in there like my eyes Re with this small screen T this hr of the night. Please excuse my typos. U will come back stronger when the shock fads.. u haven't but that will. Don't give up u got this!
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