Recovery Emotions
After a good couple of weeks I had a bad day yesterday. On what should have been a good one. One bad thing happened, I cried, and the rest of the day was cactus. I was starting the very first sessi...
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Thank you @Samm. Right back at you.
Time and patience... I have never been so impatient for a period of time to pass as this one! I am desperate to feel 'normal' again, whatever that is now. As the days tick past to the first anniversary of my mammogram, recall, diagnosis etc, I'm increasingly looking back in longing at the person I was then. I so wish I could be her again. I loathe my weakness and vulnerability.
I know the path to a contented life does not involve looking back. Shit happens. Sometimes a lot of shit. And there are people with way worse shit than mine. I know I must strive to stay in the moment, and to seek to live a life of mindfulness. And to contribute usefully to the world, to give back. When I have these anxious weeks it's harder to stay on track than it used to be.
I'm raging at fate, which is farting against thunder. Completely pointless.
I'm sorry you're feeling like this as well! Hopefully our funks will pass soon and we can get back on track. Whatever that track may be! We are more than mothers. I've got no answers. Just clinging on for dear life hoping the stuff I'm trying will work. All the very best fellow traveller. K xox
Time and patience... I have never been so impatient for a period of time to pass as this one! I am desperate to feel 'normal' again, whatever that is now. As the days tick past to the first anniversary of my mammogram, recall, diagnosis etc, I'm increasingly looking back in longing at the person I was then. I so wish I could be her again. I loathe my weakness and vulnerability.
I know the path to a contented life does not involve looking back. Shit happens. Sometimes a lot of shit. And there are people with way worse shit than mine. I know I must strive to stay in the moment, and to seek to live a life of mindfulness. And to contribute usefully to the world, to give back. When I have these anxious weeks it's harder to stay on track than it used to be.
I'm raging at fate, which is farting against thunder. Completely pointless.
I'm sorry you're feeling like this as well! Hopefully our funks will pass soon and we can get back on track. Whatever that track may be! We are more than mothers. I've got no answers. Just clinging on for dear life hoping the stuff I'm trying will work. All the very best fellow traveller. K xox