*Warning: this post may contain triggers for self-harm and material which may be upsetting. Please stay safe and steer clear of this post if you have these triggers.* I had been meaning to post this last Saturday, but that was the day I got discharged from the hospital after my surgery to remove my…
Recovery is a tricky adventure. You can take ten cases of the same surgery and no single recovery is ever the same. There are certainly some trends, but never the exact same set of circumstances. I’ve had five surgeries total now, but the road to recovery has been different for all of them. Take…
6 am, Friday September 9th, 2016. Day 2 in the hospital following my brain surgery the day before. Things were bustling as soon as I got back from my early morning MRI. After literally choking down my meds, the medical teams started trickling in. First up was the group of baby neurosurgeons (meaning, those…
2 am, Thursday September 8, 2016. I woke up and found myself unable to fall back asleep. When my alarm went off two hours later, I sighed and eventually dragged myself out of bed, dreading this day and all that was to come with it; the expected, the unexpected, and the unknown. Of all…
*Warning: this post may contain triggers for self-harm and material which may be upsetting. Please stay safe and steer clear of this post if you have these triggers.* This week is National Suicide Prevention Week. Given the kind of year I’ve had and my diagnosis of major depressive disorder and my destructive coping mechanism of…
The day after tomorrow. No, not the movie. Just…my surgery is the day after tomorrow. Oh yikes. I can’t believe it’s almost time. I’m probably going to spend every spare minute between now and being knocked out in a mild state of panic. Especially after my appointments this morning.
*May contain triggers for domestic violence* I can’t seem to focus on anything today. Granted, I slept until 4:30 pm because I didn’t go to bed until 5:30 am, so it’s not like I’ve been awake all that long. But there are so many things going through my mind, it’s like a tornado in…
*Warning: May contain triggers for domestic violence * As I alluded to in my last post, hell hath no fury like a group of 1,842 pissed off endo sisters. I am not going to go into tremendous detail for safety reasons, but it looks like the outcome is a good one.
*May contain triggers for domestic violence * I could have gone to bed a few hours ago. I was planning to around 4 am. But then as I was perusing Facebook one last time, I came across a disturbing status in one of the many endo groups I’m a part of. A sister posted…
Numb. Nervous. Yet ecstatic. That’s really what I’m feeling right now. A big wibbly wobbly ball of emotions that I can’t seem to get sorted out.
