I’ve lived in the same house my entire life, for which I count myself very blessed.
Our neighbors have changed quite a lot over the years though.
I have a sweet memory I would like to share: When I was 6 years old, I had a friend named Ann who lived next door to me. We were both the same age and pretty inseparable.
I remember sitting on my kitchen counter in my house and she would do the same in hers. Since our kitchen windows faced each other we would talk to each other through them.
I loved doing that and love how these writing prompts can trigger long-lost memories. ❤
Tomorrow is 7 Day post op. I’m home from the hospital! Thankful and grateful for my healing. More soon.
It’s Fall y’all!
But seriously. I have begun steps to “turn over a new leaf” – and I can’t wait! If you’d like to come along for the ride, message me and I will give you the password for the protected posts.
Have a great weekend!
I hate guilt. It consumes me and eats me up inside.
I have so much guilt about burdening my mom; her being forced to pay for my daily living expenses that I cannot take care of. (In addition to gas, car insurance, etc.)
Accepting my feelings of guilt, or
rationalizing coping with them, or whatever is one of my biggest crosses to date.
But at therapy yesterday Dr. C gave me some perspective I haven’t reached on my own:
She said that guilt results from when you do something wrong.
I didn’t do anything wrong to be diagnosed with 2 brain tumors and a hereditary cancer syndrome. I didn’t cause that. I didn’t make a less-than-desirable choice and am now forced to live with the consequences. I just have a “shitty” brain (her words). And she asked me, “Would you rather have a shitty mom and a good brain?”
No. No way no how no no no. No no no nope no.
I will take all the crappy things in the world because I have the best mom ever.
I got the better end of the deal then. ❤