until my neck injections,
eleven days away.
It's tough.
The pain.
The cognitive dysfunction.
The fatigue.
Battling the shame and guilt and loss that comes
It's hard.The cognitive dysfunction.
The fatigue.
Battling the shame and guilt and loss that comes
with the "it."
And even if I hadn't hit that hill, I still couldn't
coordinate a gathering,
I can't even commit to going to one, much less hosting one. like for Father's Day or a birthday or such.
So...
that's just the way it is.
I feel like an absent mom and wife and friend
I feel like an absent mom and wife and friend
and maker of home.
An absent giver.And, I am absent.
Those parts of me cannot function, like they once did.
It is another loss.
Wonder?
If I'd compile my thoughts, would any of them be deep enough
to stimulate food for thought?
But if I make them public, I'll probably be so self conscious that I'll lose sleep.
Yet, if I would post them, maybe someone could relate?
Maybe not. Or would I just sound like a whiner?
Remember when you used to journal on paper, with a pen, in books,
in your first chronic illness life?
And you would wonder,Why? Why am I doing this? What does it matter that I write all
these thoughts in these books?
And then your life changed.
Remember?
That could happen again, you know.
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