I've been sucker punched hard the last few weeks. So much so that getting back up off the floor has been much harder than in times past. There have been a few days in the last 2 weeks that I've not managed to get back up. I'm not proud of those days. I'm not going to beat myself up over them either. Yesterday....yesterday...was one of those days....where I was sucker punched to the point of not being able to get up. And so, I didn't. Sure I got up....but I never got dressed...and ate just about anything in our house that contained gluten, sugar, and crap. I didn't brush my hair. I didn't brush my teeth. And one of the biggest clues to anyone close to me that something isn't right...is I hadn't showered...in several days. Suggestions from my dh that I might feel better if I showered ended with him regretting saying anything to me.
I tried hard to fight past it. If you read my I Will Get Up Again and Again's FB page you might already know what happened later in the day. I tried hard to fight past having face planted on the floor. It didn't work so well. I tried. I really did. What followed wasn't all that pretty.
I'm thankful for my bestfriend who called and not knowing that I needed to hear her voice. Even if I ignored her call, sent a text telling her I wasn't up to talking, and then called her back. Who when she hung up told me "I'm going to call you back in a little bit to make sure you went home. You better answer your damn phone when I call you back."
I hadn't went home. I did answer her call. And we talked about nothing for quite sometime.
I'm thankful for the friend who keeps pushing me past my comfort zone. Encouraging me to dig deeper even when digging deeper hurts like hell and is even scarier. Even when digging deeper brings up some ugly crap. I'm thankful for her persistence when I snap back she is able to snap right back, reminding me to check in w/what the trigger(s) may be at the time.
I got up and fought like hell against the voice in my head that said "* don't get up, stay in bed, you don't need to go..." And I showed up for sacrament. I sat in the foyer. Spoke to noone. And got up and left as the tears became to much near the end of the closing hymn. And somone was headed their way to sit near me. Pretending I didn't see her coming my way, I got up and slipped out of the building. During one of the talks my son came out to get a drink and go to the bathroom. He sat with me for a few moments and then disappeared back into the chapel. I came home and sunk back into bed for a majority of the day.