The past several months I've been going through a process. I didn't realize this was something that I needed. I simply thought I was losing my mind. It's been a rough year. Not only with facing surgery, but I feel this year and it's events have been a turning point in my life. I feel the need to make changes within myself and where I am at in life. Unfortunately finding myself has been put on hold. My mom isn't in the best of health and needs our assistance and it's very time consuming. I need to have the farm tended to, phone calls to make, to-do lists to write and work. There is so much to do and I can't think straight. I can't seem to discipline myself to be productive.
Some days, I just wanna lie down, sleep and forget every worry being hammered into my head. The world around me seems to be going crazy along with everyone in it. I'm extremely emotional and even more empathetic of those in pain. I used to get away with a few days of raging PMS in which I'd burst into tears upon hearing some sappy song on the radio or seeing something unoriginal and cheesy on TV. Now it's everyday that I experience these highs and lows. And no, I'm not bi-polar. I'm lucky to have found out that this is normal. It's not easy, but it's allowed.
My Aunt Lula used to say "it's always darkest before dawn" whenever someone in the family was having a hard time. She was right. I realize that when you are faced with such a surprise in life, you have to allow yourself this process otherwise you really will go crazy. I'm in for a fight that I plan to win. I can't deny that I ran from this fear since my last surgery. It has been one of my biggest nightmares- and I've ran face first into it! I've asked "why?" Whatever I feel, I'm going to allow myself to feel it. I'll eventually get past it. This is an essential part of this process. I'm thankful to my family and friends who have supported and welcomed my meltdowns. I'm thankful to my fellow CHD patients who have reassured me that I will be ok. They have been though this and because they are here, they are my greatest hope.
I also appreciate the little things that have come my way to calm me.
The other day, I visited my family cemetery on the edge of the farm Gina and I inherited. I sat on my Aunt Callie's grave, as I have many times before and asked her to watch over me. I cried, felt sorry for myself and told her I missed her (as I often do). When I got over my little meltdown, a family of deer came out of the woods and walked by me. They acknowledged my presence and although I made them a little nervous, they mingled around before passing back into the woods. The beautiful little family of deer passed through long enough to bring peace and comfort to me. I felt good about having a good cry and thanked God for sending them my way (and of course I asked him to keep them safe).
So, please forgive me if I seem like I'm on a permanent PMS roller-coaster lately. This process is what I need and when I get through it, I'm going to be even stronger. :)
