Some days it's so hard to keep everything held inside and to stay calm and not panic or let the PTSD work me up. Those days I'm so frustrated with that I can't drive myself anywhere, ride in a car without crying, wake up to get ready for work, go out on the town, or take a shower without crying and having to take a rest immediately after. I get frustrated of not knowing what the future holds. What does "better" really mean for me? Is where I'm at now the best it will be? If it does get better, how much? While everyone else is living their lives, I'm home hurting, and wondering. My psychiatrist has been working with me on not living in the future. Because I don't know what will happen. While that's true, some days it's hard not to go there. She teaches me to live in the now and focus on how far I've come. Am I better than I was back in July? Absolutely. Am I able to pour myself a bowl of cereal, barely make a batch of macaroni, get up and down the stairs by myself ( I crawl fast), or very strategically make my own bed? Absolutely. All those things I couldn't do before. But it's towards the end of January and I feel defeated in the battle or close to it anyway. I say battle because my body is raging a complete war on myself and I know there are so many more battles to fight. I'm feeling defeated in the sense that I still need my walker, that riding in the car is so tortuous that I never want to leave the house, and most nights I have a terrible time sleeping. I feel stuck. No progression and no going backwards. Just stuck.
I will say that I'm really grateful for Netflix. I find that I enjoy getting lost in a fictional world. As my friends and family will vouch, I completely get sucked in as if the book, movie, or show is my reality. I've had several episodes of pure sobbing at something I didn't like just as the character would do. I've slapped myself a few times to snap out of it. Still, I love getting sucked into it. It takes me away from my reality. I don't feel my ribs attacking me, tiredness, or any of the exhausting symptoms from my illness. While some may see that as pathetic, which it is, I'll admit, it's also my outlet. A place I go when I'm having a really bad pain day. And when that doesn't work, I envision myself at the temple doing a session. I run through it in my mind and that brings me peace and time away from whats really going on. I feel lucky that I'm able to do that. For both things.
Even though I have my bad days, it does allow me to be really grateful for the good days. Even the semi-okay days. On those days, I have a little bit of energy to go to the store or a movie. I don't cry as hard riding in the car. I laugh a little more and I have hope renewed. Those days, I live in the present and notice my progress. I don't let fear take me and I keep moving forward. I know that I've been blessed to know that I do have better days and that I've had better days. I do know this.
Thank you to those who keep me in their prayers. Words can't properly express my gratitude to you for that.