Dear Uterus,
I usually wait until the evening to write these. Then I can reflect on my day and decide what really stood out to me and something I want to share.
I'm not quite ready to say that things are getting easier, but they are getting more... manageable.
It's still not easy.
Today though, I already know what I want to tell you, and it's something I've already touched on before.
Support.
I've had several people write me and tell me that I'm doing so much better than they did/would. People that say they finally know someone now who 'gets it'.
I would like to say I'm just super well adjusted and rational, but I'm not.
The people in my life, have made this as bearable as possible.
Today I scrolled through, quite literally, hundreds of comments to my page, dozens of shares to this blog, comments to comments.... people that I have never seen and aren't even on my friends list....
If something like that doesn't make you feel loved, even in darker times, I don't know what will.
I would more than likely develop carpal tunnel if I typed responses back to them. I already had a hand cramp after "<3" -ing all of them.
There have been a few days where I almost stopped this-- fear of it being to repetitive, boring, sad.....etc. Then I get a message, or a comment from someone I know-- a new friend, a new aquaintance, a life-long family friend-- and it encourages me to keep going.
My original goal for this was a year. The first year of dealing with everything. Eventually, maybe sooner rather than later, there will be a post that has absolutely nothing to do with you... because that day... it wasn't about you. It was about something else.
I'm excited for that day--- and a little scared of it.
-Michelle
I usually wait until the evening to write these. Then I can reflect on my day and decide what really stood out to me and something I want to share.
I'm not quite ready to say that things are getting easier, but they are getting more... manageable.
It's still not easy.
Today though, I already know what I want to tell you, and it's something I've already touched on before.
Support.
I've had several people write me and tell me that I'm doing so much better than they did/would. People that say they finally know someone now who 'gets it'.
I would like to say I'm just super well adjusted and rational, but I'm not.
The people in my life, have made this as bearable as possible.
Today I scrolled through, quite literally, hundreds of comments to my page, dozens of shares to this blog, comments to comments.... people that I have never seen and aren't even on my friends list....
If something like that doesn't make you feel loved, even in darker times, I don't know what will.
I would more than likely develop carpal tunnel if I typed responses back to them. I already had a hand cramp after "<3" -ing all of them.
There have been a few days where I almost stopped this-- fear of it being to repetitive, boring, sad.....etc. Then I get a message, or a comment from someone I know-- a new friend, a new aquaintance, a life-long family friend-- and it encourages me to keep going.
My original goal for this was a year. The first year of dealing with everything. Eventually, maybe sooner rather than later, there will be a post that has absolutely nothing to do with you... because that day... it wasn't about you. It was about something else.
I'm excited for that day--- and a little scared of it.
-Michelle
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