we are all just walking each other home , i dont let things bother me now as i used to. on a bad day i think well i havent died today.
Gosh, OP. That's a beautiful sentence and sentiment. We are all just walking each other home. Wow. That's hit me, in the good spot, that love place. What a wonderful outlook. And I totally get those 'bad days'. Those are the days I tell myself, "I've got a pulse. There's more right with me than wrong." 😆
I've got physical stuff; numbness, blue toes, tingling, memory loss. I've never quite bounced back but also, menopause has come along. A perfect storm!
I could speak and read when I began to recover but I couldn't write or type. I developed a short-term dyslexia almost. I wouldn't know what letters to use, despite knowing what I wanted to write. That was strange. The memory loss was hard. That's gotten better but I've never gone back to who I was before. But then, do you, after all this?
second yes i did . my nan who i was very close to was just stood in the door way watching me .i think she was waiting to take me with her as i was so ill. a friend had died a few months before and he was screaming at me and that it was selfish go back . he talked about the baby ,i thought he meant my kids (have a big age gap)i later found out my oldest is expecting !
i dont know that i believe in god but there is more to just us . i wish you all the very best and im so glad you survived xx
This just -to sound totally American (I apologise!)- got me right in the feels.* Wow! *This is where I don't know if I have the words to say what this does to me, reading your experience. So powerful and so undeniably true that we're more than what we see, we're part of something glorious. That's what I came away with. We belong to something eternal, something I haven't found the language for even now, four years later. But this something binds us as individuals to something greater. Love. It's about love. That much I feel. I wish I could find my words. I only know the feeling. God bless your grandchild! You need to be here. You have more loving and living to do, my friend. I'm so glad you're here, talking to us, sharing your miracle. Here's to you, yes indeed, my soul sister. Fellow traveller. Keep on beating that heart of yours to the rhythm of love and life.