I have been suffering from Burning Mouth Syndrome for nearly six and a half years now.

Every once in a while, what my Neurologist euphemistically refers to as “the persistence of it” overwhelms me and I have a brief, but intense pity party.

Instead of focusing on the optimistic side of the coin:

• It isn’t fatal
• At least it isn’t cancer
• My family is supportive
• Some drugs help
• I have developed decent coping strategies

I occasionally dip into the pessimistic side:

• It hurts nearly every day
• The drug helps but can me drowsy and aimless
• There is no rhyme or reason to the good days or the bad days
• Even on good days, my tongue tingles all of the time
• I think, deep down, I am angry
• I fear – It. Will. Never. End.

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