No Worries

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Days with no worries…

My life is a carefully planned and organized mess.  Looking at my phone, I have the same things happening almost every week and that is good because I have developed a certain expectation of how my week will go:

  • Sunday – Church
  • Monday – Helps Class
  • Tuesday – Therapy
  • Wednesday – Bible Study, Lunch, Church
  • Thursday – Kiddo At Class
  • Friday – Study for Monday
  • Saturday- Study for Wednesday

At times something is skipped or added, but this is the basic schedule outside of regular everyday stuff.  So, next week, I don’t have therapy.  That gives me a whole day at home to prepare for my walk!  Or sleep.  That is one of my favorite activities.

Every so often a day happens when there is no studying, no school, no class prep, no planned activity and I get to go outside into nature and just enjoy being outside.  It’s the most enjoyable for me when I can go without an expected return time.  When I can just go and spend hours among the wildlife and plants is when I feel the most normal.  I can still smell the plants and feel the breeze and it awakens a familiar feeling of peace and joy inside of me.  I used to take a lot more time to go do these things but since my surgery I don’t have the tolerance for hot or cold so I have to pick specific times to be out.

Still, the sacrifice is worth it because for a brief period of time I feel like me.  There are no worries or doctors or tests.  There is only nature and Michelle.

Our lives can be so hectic and are often spent inside the house or the car or a doctor office.  If you get the opportunity to spend time outside doing nothing, TAKE IT!  It is always best (in my opinion) if you can do it alone because other people tend to distract from true relaxation.  I don’t like to mix people and nature.  You never know who is going to go out with raspberry lip balm and get chased by giant bugs.  This person may not be a great companion in nature.  They likely are great to spend time watching anime with.

I feel that it is important to find something in your life that just allows you to relax.  Not the type of relaxing that comes with creating or hiking, I mean where you completely give your body a break, lay in a field, and enjoy the breeze without a care in the world.  You think about how awesome it is that you made it to this point and dream of ways to make it more awesome!  The most important thing is that you realize that it is healthy to take a break and appreciate the world around you.

It won’t fix your problems or take away your pain, but it helps keep all those feelings in perspective and gives you hope for the future.  I want everyone to have a hope that tomorrow is going to be better (despite all the signs) and even if it isn’t we can survive it and still keep our hope.  I want hope for everyone.

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Stage 7: Acceptance

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WE MADE IT!  At least in blog form (right??)!

This is the last step in all kinds of grief (to the best of my knowledge at the time of writing this) and in my *PERSONAL* opinion it can be the most difficult.  See, I am not really at this step yet with what I am going through.  Maybe some things I have come to accept, but as a whole, nope.

So how do I know how hard it can be?  My brother was murdered when I was 18, I was stuck in my grief for about 15 years.  I got through all of the rest of it, but I had to be able to accept a few facts before I could move forward emotionally:

  • My brother was murdered 2 days before my birthday in an extremely violent manner.
  • There was nothing I could have done to prevent it or save him.
  • I can not bring him back.
  • I can not turn back time.
  • The future we planned will NEVER come to pass.
  • I did not die that day, it just felt that way.

That is only six things.  I lost myself for a long time trying to wrap my head around those six things.  That is a long time for six things.

With medical issues, I expect it to take time to come to acceptance of all that has gone on and may never end.  It isn’t as final as death.  It can be a lifetime of being in multiple stages of mourning my losses, however, the goal is to spend just as much time celebrating the wins.  The positive attitude is what is going to keep me getting through each day until I can accept all that my body has to offer, good or bad.

If you have been blessed to make it to this stage you deserve a standing ovation.  I can’t imagine what you have gone through to get here, but I do hope that you spread encouragement to those who are in earlier stages of grief and can’t seem to move forward.  We look to you as a beacon of hope to us all; that we can learn to accept everything that has happened to us and live a quality life without dragging the weight of loss around.

 

I just want to thank everyone who read all of these posts, or even just this one.  My goal is to spread awareness about Chiari Malformation and whatever else I can help be noticed for the community of people who aren’t “normal” in the brain, body, or both.  We may look nice and act proper, but we often suffer behind closed doors or even in public when someone must make a comment about “how” we are.  We are people with feelings, family, friends, bills, pain, love, humor, thoughts, ideas, opinions, style, and so much more.  Some of us have to figure out all of that all over again, but we appreciate the people out there cheering us on and encouraging us to do more than we ever thought possible.

Again, the article I got this from is here and I used it as a basis for my drawings and for this idea in general.  Let’s talk about out mental health so we can be healthy.  Grief is healthy when completed and not stalled.  If you are having trouble with loss, talk to your PCP or therapist, or someone in your support system.  There are a lot of ways that help can be accessed and we need to use the avenues that have been opened to us so we can help ourselves and the future generations.  No Shame!

Stage 5: Loss Of Self and Confusion

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All of those things I was depressed about and had anxieties over?  They have manifested into many questions about how I will define myself in the future.  With the bitter portion mostly cleaned out I am left with pieces of myself that don’t seem to be who I was.

I picture it like broken glass that spent time being smoothed by sand and time.  So many abrasive feelings had to come out and the changed the pieces of me that were left.  Time has left the glass warped and changed.  None of the pieces fit back together like I remember.  I often feel like I am living in someone else’s body.  Really, I have to internalize the idea that I am free to choose who and what I want to be within my limits.  However, I have to stop being scared to be something.

I am afraid of being broken again.  I have put myself back together so many times, but this has been the hardest journey of my life.  This is the one that seriously made me question the value of living in pain.  I still struggle with that question when the pain is very bad.  At that moment, I am a person who likely can’t even feed herself.  Is this who I will be?

I struggle with wondering what I will be able to do to earn an income or if the issues I have render me disabled, what will I do with myself?  Right now these are possibilities of who I may become.  That’s scary stuff.  I have always acted and done things KNOWING who I was.  I am not the same lady from a few years ago.  I have lost some physical ability and sometimes my brain goes on the fritz, but I have gained wisdom and patience so I don’t even approach things the same way.  So does that make me untrue to myself?  Why do I hold such allegiance to my former self?

She commanded power and respect.  She was not meek and kind.  Not really forgiving or tactful.  I don’t feel strong life that anymore.  I don’t feel like a fearsome woman with laser focus on what I want.  I just want everyone to love each other and be nice and thoughtful and respect my personal space.  Who am I?

I am underdeveloped right now.  My whole life has been altered and I am being created with my new life.  Piece by piece, day by day, trial by trial.

What keeps me so hopeful is that the change is taking place.  It is a long process, but I am moving forward and I am sure after I work out some more anxieties and other issues, I will be able to see who and what I am being crafted into and what my purpose is.

Should you find yourself on this stage, nothing will feel familiar. You might have to improvise a dance, but you may learn that you had a skill you were unaware of.  This stage is frightening and the house is empty except for the shadow of your former self peering at you from off-stage.  I just tell myself, I can’t dance like you (old me) anymore, I have a new dance, and that’s ok!

This stage can be scary but it opens you up to lay the groundwork for healthy recovery or living.  You deserve to ask yourself the questions and you can try to figure it out yourself or seek professional help for dealing with this confusing stage.  You will strip your emotions and idea of self to the core and from here you will spin onto the the next stage in this progression.

Me and My Anxiety

Anxiety is a world that I don’t think one can really appreciate without having traveled there in person.  I don’t even think that every who who experiences anxiety experiences it the same way.  For me, the voice in my head is louder and makes much more sense than the voices around me.  It reminds me of every failure, every worry, every fear, and anything else that could possibly go wrong in my life.  It is often the blinders that keep me on the path to mediocrity and the bit I chomp at when I am frustrated with myself for being my own beast of burden.

The upside?  It doesn’t have to last forever!!  With the right support system and some (a lot in my case) of therapy, you can begin to talk down the harmful voice in your head that is locking you inside of yourself.  For me, the most important thing I have done to help myself is to alert my family and let them know when  I am feeling anxious so they can monitor the things I say and help talk me down off of mental ledges.  I used to be ashamed to admit that I had these feelings, but my family doesn’t judge me and they genuinely want to help me get to a place where I can be free to enjoy my life without the shadows of my mind clouding my thoughts.

Check out The Life Of A Music Monkey for more fun readin’ about my life with Chiari Malformation!!

The Present Is A Gift

I often sit at the door to my past and I question why I can’t just go back. Back when I had my strength and my memory and my job. I miss those days. The real problem is that the time I spend pining over those days is the time I can’t spend enjoying today or finding a new enjoyment in life. For me it is hard to imagine finding something I love more than singing opera, but maybe that thing exists and how can I see it if my head is always turned to yesterday? Chronic pain makes ‘right now’ a place where I often do not want to spend much time, and I stopped dreaming of the future. I can barely plan for going to the bathroom, let alone accomplishing something important or meaningful. I am glad when I can get to all of my doctor appointments in a week. Still, even I must move forward and seek to look at what is in front of me and not what has passed me by.

 

Check out The Life Of A Music Monkey- A look into the secret life of chronic illness:

The Bitter, Petty, Mean Monkey!