I’m learning how to live with that. I have to accept this new reality, no matter how much I don’t want to. This is the situation I’m dealing with & as much as I hate it, it is what it is. I’m done with the “lasts”- it’s time I start living my new reality.
1 million problems,
2 million things I’m dealing with
& 7 million things that need my attention.
Medically, were looking for answers & relief. We’re looking for new medicines, new therapy’s, new equipment, new devices… ANYTHING.
Emotionally, I’m dealing with the permanency of all the new. It’s caused a lot of problems with my underlying anxiety & depression. I knew there would come a point in my life that I’d have to deal with mobility loss, I just never wanted to think about it (but I wasn’t completely unaware that this would someday happen). Nobody wants to face that at 25 my body is failing me- and I still have 75+ years left to live (haha, jk probably not that long).
Physically, I’m trying to accept my new body. I’m not happy with how I look. I’m not happy with the new bone left behind. I’m not happy with the way my body is stuck (it’s seriously as uncomfortable as it looks).
I’m healing the best I can, I just don’t handle change well.
I promised myself I’d get my s#*+ together in 2021- and it didn’t quite happen. And ya know what? That’s okay.
I’m not thriving, but I’m here & that’s good enough.
2021 wasn’t all bad. This year I’ve….
- Started my Red Aspen business
- And subsequently met my soulmate, my other half, & forever best friend. Love you longtime, Lynds.
- Became “Aunt Carli”- my favortie “promotion” so far.
- Spoke on the iFOPa Advocacy Series about my medical journal that I live by
- Became a Cat Mom & I’m obsessed with my boy.
- My mom got a new Canine Companions Puppy- Nicolette
2021 reassured me. I’m not there yet, but I’ll get there.
2022, I’m ready for you…. I think, Maybe?