one of the most discouraging things I have learned with this illness is how little empathy other people really have. there is no way to convey what we go through without making them live in your head, for weeks and months at a time until their spirit is crushed with the despair of ever having a good day. I describe it as being "200 feet underwater". I suppose the first few days of having the flu might be a comparison they could relate to. it is like living your life on the bottom rung of Maslow's pyramid, a constant struggle for survival, with that rung being a razor's edge that I try to balance on, on a daily basis. any little thing can push me off into nonfunctionality and misery, and I never know when it will hit. I am at the whim of whatever controls how my ICP goes up and down, however much I might try to control the variables. It turns you into a control freak. and then those around me throw rants at me for being a control freak and the emotional drama makes my pressure go up and I am wrecked for the day. no, I am OK if I never hang out with another human again. it is just not in their nature to have empathy, and I'm done trying to explain it or beg for mercy. I want a cat.