I’m in one of those funks where I’m having trouble feeling positive about my health issues which translates into feeling sad, frustrated and angry. I’m also feeling guilty too because I haven’t been doing much of being a parent to my daughter. I spend too much time sleeping and feeling like a zombie than to feel capable of really being there for her.
It’s times like this when I think back to what my life was like before I was sick. I even dream about it. I catch small memories of my life like they’re in picture frames as a wife and mom who worked, took care of my children, my house, cooked homemade meals every day and volunteered for tons of things.
I was the mom who was there at school for all of the special events. I was the mom who could take care of a toddler and a teenager. I know that even if this flare doesn’t get better I’ll find ways to handle my life. But it’s hard to admit that I’m so sick again.