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Last week, on the morning of my 35th birthday, my beloved grandmum who raised me had a stroke.
The devastating news has been crippling. I had already been struggling, as many people through the imposed coronavirus lockdown. Ongoing flare
Right now I do not know what tomorrow holds but I’ve made it till now. I’ve plastered up the cracks and glued together the broken bits. That is a victory. Till the next day.
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You know that feature on Facebook where it brings up memories from previous years?
Well, it dug up this photo of me, from August 2013.
I took one look at it and remembered. 87967
…we all need play – children and grown ups alike. It is an integral part to our whole selves – to enjoy, to discover, be creative and process life.
Dealing with trauma, emotional pain and mental health problems is sometimes like that old wound that never fully heals. At this time of year it can be harder.
I am 33, yes but I still have sleep terrors. The kind of sleep terrors that shove you unexpectedly into fight or flight mode, leaving you filled with sheer dread. It is a kind of terror I can only try to describe. But you never forget it. even if you’ve not idea what you’re terrified of.
despite the stigma and whatever challenges remain, I have never felt stronger or more hopeful. And it is because now I know I am not alone.
I have actively tried, very hard to plod on. I have found happy moments, and I now see so much more of the beauty in the world.
You will get tired of being sick. That’s ok. Totally ok. Own it. Take time. Rest. And get back to work.
I always say pain changes you. I am not the person I was yesterday, and tomorrow I will not be the person I am today. It’s moulding me into a better, stronger me.