Going through the motions. Hoping and praying each day the light will emerge. Sometimes, it shines. Ever so lightly. Letting me know that it is there. Somewhere. And if I continue to move through the motions..the tough stuff..it will shine brighter than I've ever scene .
I'm concerned about having surgery and being dependent on pain medication.
I know they increase depression and agitation. And yet, there will be no choice.
I have had very little success processing and understanding the stuff that came up this week in my appt with H*. As long as I stuff that crap right back where it came from...I'm okay...for today.