Dear readers, I like writing my blog mainly because I get to share my feelings with others, but most importantly with myself.
Well, probably your asking yourself, “Why?”, “Isn’t the point of having a blog, trying to get noticed out on the vast horizons of the world wide web?”.
Everyone seems to be craving getting their fifteen seconds of fame.
For me sharing my thoughts on life, wellness, and so much more people who have MG have to deal with is important, but finding my voice is as equal or even more important.
A voice that is often silenced the moment you say something that’s not in the manuscript. I don’t know if you get it or not, however for me it is a reality that hits home more often then I liked to admit.
The moment that I try to say something like,
“Life stinks.” (Believe me it truly does sometimes.). Someone in my family will jump to begin saying, “You have so much.”
These are the moments I miss my daughter the most. She always says,
“Mamita, it’s okay if you think life stinks, you have a right to feel anything you want. Things don’t have to be okay.”
That’s part of dealing with all of this.
Having such a debilitating disease takes away so much, it’s overwhelming. Specially when you see everyone moving forward and you’re just sitting there watching as a bystander.
You know, I have an older sibling who I admire very much. We overcame a difficult childhood as best as we could.
I have mixed feeling each time I have to face the fact that he was able to complete a thirty year career in the Army overcoming a lot of things that happened to him along the way, and now as frosting on the cake, he’s about to begin a new career facing his retirement. He has a motorcycle he rides during the weekends and he seems to be happy most of the time. In a nutshell, he’s free.
I miss my career so much it hurts sometimes. Today the feeling of despair just creeped up on me and for just a second I felt without a purpose in life.
I thought , “Is this what people who feel like dyeing experience?
My life seems to be lived through a loophole, seeing only what others want me to see and even more dangerous pretending that everything is fine.
Nonetheless, I snapped right out of it.
I still feel sad, but part of being well is our capacity to be sad. As the day came to an end, I got my gardening gloves and this and that as I listened to Barbara Streisand sing about love, sorrow, and life. They say pets sense when something is wrong, so needless to say, my dog sat near me as I tweaked a bush or two, and got a longer pat than usual.
So my friends it’s fine to yell once in a while, even if it is to yourself, that life does suck for some more than others sometimes and it’s perfectly normal to feel bad about it and yourself, even if we snap out of it in a second or two.
See you around and remember to be kind to yourself and to others.