Picking up the pieces…

It’s amazing. Nothing has really changed, but I feel so much better since I realized that my anger was really grief. Now that I can name it, I can tame it!

I’ve had a couple of good days – a little more energy than usual, so I’ve been catching up on my errands… car registration, the bank, groceries, etc. That doesn’t leave a lot of time for creating, but I always squeeze a few minutes out of the day. Nothing spectacular going on, but I did finish hemming my brother-in-law’s suit pants. That’s a “have-to” job done, making the way for the “want-to” projects. I am actually DONE with my “have-to’s” and it feels so good! What shall I work on next? My sweetheart’s shirts? My quilt? More tatting? The baby blanket? Oh, and I need to find a portable project for our trip up the coast next week.

I need a trip to my crafting room! Meet me there? You bring the cookies and I’ll make a pot of coffee.

Let’s go create something!!!


Grief and sorrow

I have finally recognized what is going on.

I am in mourning. I grieve for the Cindy-who-was and the life I once led. I am trying to come to grips with the idea that THAT life may be over. Of course I must mourn it before I can begin a new life! Why should I expect myself to be the same person or even a NEW person overnight?

I am angry, grief-filled, intolerant, oh and did I mention angry? I must remember that at the end of this road is acceptance and understanding. And there will be joy again. Just not right this second. I have traveled this road of grief before. I will no doubt travel it again. It is a hard road, but one I can survive.

My name is Cindy and I have CFIDS. And it sucks. Someday, there may be a cure. Or it may spontaneously go away. But, for now, I must recognize that I am not who I was and I cannot expect myself to live up to that person’s standards or expectations.

I must redefine “normal” in this new way of life. Most days I make it to the office, if only for a few hours, and I can still do my own laundry and make my own meals. These are not small things and I will NOT take them for granted! I still have my laptop (thank Heavens!) and my handwork, even if it’s just hemming a pair of pants.

Mourning does not cancel out gratitude. And having gratitude does not mean that I shouldn’t mourn. I SHOULD grieve. I have had a loss. And that’s OK. And when I am done grieving (or at least when it hurts a little less), I will start a new adventure.

Let’s go create something!