- Listening to someone speak has taken on a whole new meaning. It is not what it was once was, that’s for sure. I don’t think I can find the words to accurately describe how difficult/troubling/trying it is sometimes. Meh.
- When I was diagnosed in 2011 I thought my world ended. That I was the lone person who would or could ever understand what it was like to live with Cowden Syndrome and Lhermitte-duclos Disease. Rare Disease and all that. 1 person in 200,000 diagnosed, blah blah blargh. Fast forward a few years later and imagine my joy when I connected with others like me! Right? Well, it has been a bitter pill to swallow to realize that these virtual connections meant more to me than to them. Double meh.
- I want to do things for the continued health of my brain, yet unfortunately I just spend more and more time watching mindless television. Why? I know there is something deeper here, for sure. Even from 2013 to today, I can see a start difference in my memory and processing functions. Admitting to myself that I am terrified of my mental health future, and avoidance of all things tough is such a common reaction.
I mean, isn’t it?