My last blog was written two days before my brain surgery. Today marks six months of survival and recovery. Although I have been struggling with depression during this time, I’d like to start a new series of blogs by writing something positive this morning. And then maybe I’ll share what it has really been like -- trying to adjust to this post-surgery “life.”
Positivity? Okay. Optimism. Being alive is definitely pretty awesome at times. Plus, the spiritual side of myself reminds me that I chose to survive. I chose to be here for my son, and I love being Valen’s mom. I love how he loves me, and I’m grateful for every day I spend with him. I want to heal, emotionally, so that I can share a happy life with him.
I started therapy yesterday. Talking to someone will help me feel better, and hopefully more mentally organized. My emotions have been all over the place in the past six months. No patterns or predictability. Not the familiar depression I’ve lived with most of my life. It’s scary, but I am going to get through this.
I’m ready to focus on taking care of myself. I’ve been writing a series of Self-Compassion blogs since the beginning of August. As soon as I catch up on sleep, I’ll work on a nutrition and exercise plan. But first -- sleep.
Man, this feels like a half-assed attempt at positivity. ... Just wanted to post something on my six-month-aversary of being alive. Yay, I’m alive! There you go ;)
Man, this feels like a half-assed attempt at positivity. ... Just wanted to post something on my six-month-aversary of being alive. Yay, I’m alive! There you go ;)
