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There was a lot that I did not post yesterday due to trying to wrap my head around everything.
Over the past two years, four months, and twenty-five days I have put a huge amount of emotional stress on my family. The biggest one being my Mom. In 1993 my family experienced the tragic death of my father. My mom remained but that day still haunts her and everyone that knew my father. Throughout the years we as a family have buried more loved ones than I would like to talk about.
On December 20, 2018, my mom and family almost lost me. Now with everything going on with me, it is hard to decide what to tell and what not to. After the hundredth time telling my Mom that I had another accident I started just not telling her. Then when she and my dad came to eat dinner and she saw the chart I keep for how my day is going. After that, she asked a lot of questions. I told her that there was not much point in me telling her everything because it will just upset her.
Well after my Ultrasound we had a long talk. She always has a way of knowing when I truly am not okay. And she saw right through me.
The truth is this has me so stressed out that the only time I unwind is at night playing video games and the little bit of fun I get out of it.
Now, I am looking at more tests. More doctors and I just wish that none of this was happing to me but it is.
My goal has always been the same. To do what I love and am passionate about but the mess and Covid have made it not possible. So right now I am in wait mode. Hopeful that I get to a place where I can at least have a life outside of everything going on.
Tell then, I will keep on keeping on. Watch what I tell those that I love both to protect them but also let them know when I am not okay.
Over the past two years, four months, and twenty-five days I have put a huge amount of emotional stress on my family. The biggest one being my Mom. In 1993 my family experienced the tragic death of my father. My mom remained but that day still haunts her and everyone that knew my father. Throughout the years we as a family have buried more loved ones than I would like to talk about.
On December 20, 2018, my mom and family almost lost me. Now with everything going on with me, it is hard to decide what to tell and what not to. After the hundredth time telling my Mom that I had another accident I started just not telling her. Then when she and my dad came to eat dinner and she saw the chart I keep for how my day is going. After that, she asked a lot of questions. I told her that there was not much point in me telling her everything because it will just upset her.
Well after my Ultrasound we had a long talk. She always has a way of knowing when I truly am not okay. And she saw right through me.
The truth is this has me so stressed out that the only time I unwind is at night playing video games and the little bit of fun I get out of it.
Now, I am looking at more tests. More doctors and I just wish that none of this was happing to me but it is.
My goal has always been the same. To do what I love and am passionate about but the mess and Covid have made it not possible. So right now I am in wait mode. Hopeful that I get to a place where I can at least have a life outside of everything going on.
Tell then, I will keep on keeping on. Watch what I tell those that I love both to protect them but also let them know when I am not okay.