You feel like no one understands, and the few that do won’t make you explain. It has been 73 days since my last blog. A lot has happened, a lot has changed. I’ve never been one to put my entire life on Facebook or social media-and I only do it now to help and educate others. No matter how much I explain my situation there’s always so many layers of confusion for my friends and family. My best friends know, don’t ask me “how are you”…if it’s bad..I’ll tell you-other than that we need to discuss something else. I had my last surgery (for now) a month ago. I’ve learned my strengths and I’ve learned my weaknesses. I’ve literally had moments where I don’t think things will ever get better…and I’ve experienced a loss of apetite that no Italian should ever have to endure. I become so frustrated that I feel like lashing out-but I don’t. I’ve become silent these last few months because I wanted to be the positive “it’s ok” voice that everyone around me needs to hear. It’s not ok, it’s very very hard to be sick. Any kind of sick. I’ve also never wanted anyone to feel bad for me-in my opinion I feel bad enough…no one else needs to feel any bit of how I do. I often think about blogging this or that-and I know what I should say and what I actually feel couldn’t (at times) be any more opposite. I also feel like at this point, people are wondering…is she better…or is she still sick. No one asks me, but I can only imagine the thoughts. If I post a picture…a picture captures a moment in time. In that moment, I might be ok-in the next…I might not. It’s been 73 days since I’ve posted my last blog…I’m trying my absolute best to get back to where I was mentally, physically and emotionally. Everyone is dealing with something…everyone…and for that reason I don’t feel special for my feelings. All I ask is that when anyone sees me out-you don’t say “how are you”-my answer will always be hesitant and I will probably lie to you. When I’m great, you will know…but until I’m back to me…instead I’ll just be this. I’m frozen for now- waiting, praying and hoping for a day when the pain mentally, physically and emotionally will cease. It’s not ok…but it’s ok.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. I tried my best to write a blog entry but was unsuccessful (multiple times). You see when I share my story…it sometimes causes me mental distress to do it. I relive the situations so others understand and become aware that this can happen to anyone at any time. I also do it to avoid those awkward conversations that could frankly take hours for me to really tell you how I am or how I feel. Today is the one year anniversary of my snail and although I get mad at it often…and hate the pain it causes me on a daily basis it has saved my life more than once. I couldn’t write a long blog this time..because my tears got in the way. I usually try to only post positive, upbeat and heartfelt blog posts. However, the truth is…I’m sad, mad, grateful, and beyond blessed today. Thank you to all my friends and family who help remind me everyday that I’m still me. I’m a wife, a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a cousin, a niece, a daughter-in-law, a best friend, a friend, and someday I hope to be an inspiration to others.