All my life I was a hard worker no matter what I did. I'm 50 years old. It was only 2 years ago, while making coffee, that my life changed. My MS journey began. No more walking unassisted for me. I came to grips with that.
For about the last 5 months, I'm unable to walk at all. I became bedridden and can transfer to a wheelchair for short periods. That meant being confined to 2 small rooms upstairs.
I thought I could handle it!
I never spent a night without going outside and looking at the sky, rain or shine. I loved gardening, flower gardens, food garden, etc. I have a river in my backyard, a dock and a boat.
I have grandchildren that I love to take for walks, to the park, or just walk for the sake of it. I love refinishing old furniture. I love to paint so much that I once worked as a painting contractor.
Before my brain got muddled, I used to teach and train people about using the other 90% of the brain. I was a life counsellor. DH is a contractor and I loved going to work with him and helping him out.
I was a very good cook!!! It's my passion! I have a beautiful Black Labrador, sent to a friend's ranch on Monday because he was an unhealthy 140 lbs. I haven't been able to walk him.
I'm unable to find a home that is easily adaptable to my needs. Our finances were depleted by various therapies and medications.
I have nothing left to lose! Thank god for my hubby and children!
The question for me remains: WHO AM I?
A Rapunzel from the second floor? I feel like I'm in a stranger's body. My body is supposed to be an expression of who I am.
I admit that right now, I'm depressed. But all I've been thinking about is.
This is my Ground Zero... If I could define who I am, that would give me the building blocks to create a new life for myself.
Will this stranger of a body let go of it's hold on me.
I've never ranted so much and I am sorry but I'm seriously looking for some input that will drag me out out this dark place.
For about the last 5 months, I'm unable to walk at all. I became bedridden and can transfer to a wheelchair for short periods. That meant being confined to 2 small rooms upstairs.
I thought I could handle it!
I never spent a night without going outside and looking at the sky, rain or shine. I loved gardening, flower gardens, food garden, etc. I have a river in my backyard, a dock and a boat.
I have grandchildren that I love to take for walks, to the park, or just walk for the sake of it. I love refinishing old furniture. I love to paint so much that I once worked as a painting contractor.
Before my brain got muddled, I used to teach and train people about using the other 90% of the brain. I was a life counsellor. DH is a contractor and I loved going to work with him and helping him out.
I was a very good cook!!! It's my passion! I have a beautiful Black Labrador, sent to a friend's ranch on Monday because he was an unhealthy 140 lbs. I haven't been able to walk him.
I'm unable to find a home that is easily adaptable to my needs. Our finances were depleted by various therapies and medications.
I have nothing left to lose! Thank god for my hubby and children!
The question for me remains: WHO AM I?
A Rapunzel from the second floor? I feel like I'm in a stranger's body. My body is supposed to be an expression of who I am.
I admit that right now, I'm depressed. But all I've been thinking about is.
This is my Ground Zero... If I could define who I am, that would give me the building blocks to create a new life for myself.
Will this stranger of a body let go of it's hold on me.
I've never ranted so much and I am sorry but I'm seriously looking for some input that will drag me out out this dark place.
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