Trying To Accept New Me #Anxiety #Fibromyalgia #MentalHealth #AutismSpectrumDisorder #AnorexiaNervosa
Since December I have began a very stressful journey of being a new me.
I recovered from laxative abuse and eating disorders which I’ve had on and off consistently for 21 years (I thought it was 19…until I did the math) scary that is!
The nurse practitioner I was seeing assured me that my problems were Fibromyalgia and that my stamina decline was likely due to Covid which I had in 2022. I honestly never thought that Fibromyalgia gets this bad. I had a mild version of it until now.
When I went to the river a while back in my chair. It was the first time being there independently since I moved back here in 2018. I never walked there once because I knew I couldn’t do it.
I rode along those old familiar paths and I couldn’t help but cry. I have memories of when I was a teenager walking my dog there every morning. We went EVERY morning. I was proud of how long I could walk. And when I went along there in my chair I couldn’t help but wonder what the heck happened from that time to now? I don’t recognise that girl anymore. To be honest I feel like I’m stranger to myself now because I’ve lost myself somewhere within those 21 years.
But I’ve decided lately that life is so worth living, I’ve decided that life is a gift!
I had that reality check when I had the kidney scare which scared me enough to recover from Anorexia.
I enjoy each breath I take now, I thank God I woke up this morning and that He was gracious enough to give me more time.
He has opened the Red Sea before my eyes so many times in my life…He is a merciful God. I don’t think we truly understand or trust His mercy because it’s beyond our understanding.
I have to come to accept new me. My painful me, my weak me…I have finally given my body permission to be fragile and it was all the more eager to take me up on that offer.
My brain still wants to do something and contribute something though. And as my Mom suggested maybe I should do some activities in town.
My town doesn’t have many activities to offer but maybe I could go with a group that has day trips? Maybe I could get out more independently and enjoy life as it is now. I feel more confident I’ll survive the trip now that I go in my chair.
My head is clear, it’s my body that no longer wants to come with me. I want to be able to do something each day, especially in winter when the days are so long and boring!
I’m just not sure how? I don’t know how to get involved with anything like that and I don’t want to be a burden to anyone. I’ve thought of going to the Trade Show this year but it’s in the arena and I’m not sure how assessable it is. I don’t want to be a bother to others and I’m not that interested in buying that new swimming pool on show. I just thought it would be something to keep my mind occupied.
Anyways, that’s all for now.
Take care Mighties! God bless! ❤️💕🦄🎨☘️