In the which Writing is a Relief.
Months and months since I’ve last written! I stopped for two reasons:
1. I began to have seizures last spring and into the summer due to my medication being too low. They made me tired. Once I have a seizure I’m basically out of commission for the next five days. The cycle is this: I have a seizure, get so tired that I can barely function, then become petrified that it might happen again, and am then afraid to do active tasks that might set off another one. I am currently working to solve this problem.
2. I started to feel like I was hanging all my dirty laundry out to dry. Sometimes, a person just needs some privacy to deal with personal stuff.
To explain: One of the initial reasons I began this blog was to let friends and family know what was going on during my recovery. That seemed less necessary as the months went on. However, after all this time I do still have the occasional health-based challenge. If people don’t know about it, then incorrect assumptions happen. They may think I’m just fine and can physically or emotionally handle everything another person could. On the other hand, there are times when I am completely discounted because I have health problems. Even if people do know what is going on, they still don’t understand how it is to work through it day by day. The closest thing I can do toward correcting such assumptions and this lack of understanding is to write descriptively about it.
Additionally, sometime in the past few years I went from introvert to extrovert. I need to get this pent-up emotion out somehow. Unfortunately I have trouble getting coherent words out of my mouth and now occasionally stutter when I try to speak. Writing is so much easier. Actually, it’s a relief.