I am not there yet. Some days I wonder if I ever will be. When my Dr. recommended that I blog, that I write my feelings, that I come to grips with reality. I did write occasionally, but never about my feelings. Dr. is not happy, she said write as if I am speaking to a good friend or even what I would tell my sister!
That is really hard for me, as I feel like it is self pity. I know so many people going through some really tough times, it just seems like the wrong thing to do.
Some of you remember I posted about my hubby's stroke and about aphasia, the inability to communicate. There are different levels, he has the combination of expressive, the ability to express himself and receptive, the ability to understand what is said around him. Add to that he is developing stroke induce dementia.
So, my world can get pretty lonely. I follow your blogs to communicate with the outside world. I try my hand at crafts, have pretty much not done any sewing, as the inspiration is just not there.
Sorry, if I sound like I am feeling sorry for myself. Just feel like I don't fit in, like I am not myself and don't even know who that is anymore.
will I follow Dr's orders or suggestion that I write it out? I don't know if I will. I don't feel that it would be a great help, but then how do I know unless I try? right?
How much would I share with my sister? How often would I say "I am fine, how are you'?