Reflecting on 2021

 

This year has come with many gains and loses for me. I lost my beloved Nana in mid-November. She was a second mother to me. Even though someone slips from the evil grasps of pain, it's still a loss. I know she's no longer suffering. But I also know I will never see her or hear her sing-song voice again. I kept some voicemails she left for me over the last few years and I'm grateful to have them. She had such an infectious laugh. One of my favorite things about my family as a whole is that we have all maintained our inner child. I can't say that for most people.

I also lost my sweet puppy girl of 16 years, Sweetie. Which I wrote about here. My son moved out of our home in an explosive way. That felt like a loss. And I felt like I finally had time to mourn my lack of ability to work. 

But my life is never just about loss. In fact every time I have a tremendous loss (like no longer being able to work), I also tend to have a huge gain (like my mother moving around the corner from me after being in England). 

So let's talk about my gains this year. 

Right up there with getting my clinicians license is my new fella Max. I worked very hard for that license. It was the climax of my education and training. Two thousand hours of working with clients, suffering through TB treatment, a total hysterectomy, a brain tumor and the start of my Mitochondrial Disease...WOW! For Max to be just as great speaks how important he is to me.

Another bright spot of my year was how much I was able to reconnect with my friends and family. My husband and I had a blast at "Friendsgiving" in November. We saw a lot of family that we missed last year. I had a life-changing heart-to-heart talk with my best friend since first grade. In short, I basked in the company of other people.

I like to think of myself as some kind of "Uber Introvert" who doesn't need the company of other people. But that's a lie I tell to protect myself from feeling rejected. Honestly I love to be around other people. And I'm doing much better at letting my limits be known.

Here are just a few things I want to remember that happened this year that were positive:

• I spent time with my Grandmother-in-law. One of my favorite people in the world.
• I had a lot of laughs with my Mama (just like last year, but it's important to savor those moments.)
• I produced some truly horrible art, but had fun doing it.
• I took some fantastic photos.
• I found new ways to do the things I love (asked for help, waited till later, worked around my disability.)
• I stopped fighting the need for rest.
• I went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium when they were practically empty. A dream come true!
• I saw the Mendocino Botanical Gardens for two days with the love of my life.
• I was finally approved for Whole Genome Sequencing along with my son and mother.
• We built our dream patio, complete with waterfall!
• I got my little room back (once my son left).
• I learned I can drink red wine again with some magical little drops that remove the sulfates. 
• I was kissed and hugged about a million times.
• I got back down to a weight that I feel ok with. Not perfect, but better.

Just looking at this list makes me feel both happy and proud. I love my life, even with its limitations. I am safe, warm, fed and very loved. I wish everyone in the world could say the same. That's my wish for 2022.

Important Anniversary

Today marks one full year since I left my job. No... left my career. A career I loved and worked hard to achieve for 10 years. 

When I left I thought it would just be for three months. I thought I could "recover" enough to come back "stronger than ever." Our ableist culture told me this was something I could "fight and win!" I mean... it's not like I had Cancer. Right?

No... not Cancer. What I did have was a serious muscle disease that robs my body of processing energy correctly. What I also had/have is crippling migraines that left me unable to work. They cause pain, blur my vision, make time jump, can make people look like flat 2-D cartoons, give me severe dizziness, make me feel like I'm falling (you know that jump scare feeling when you're almost asleep? It's like that). They cause exhaustion (on top of my energy issues that I already have), make my muscles even worse and cause short term memory problems (on top of the memory problems I already have from my mitochondrial myopathy). Try working with that going on. Even for an hour.

The Botox shots have been hugely helpful. My migraines aren't the kind that come and go. There's bad and worse. So to get any kind of symptom relief is an enormous improvement to my quality of life. But I digress... this was why I had to leave work.

What leaving work did to me? I'm honestly still processing that loss. 2020 has been so shocking and I had so much change so quickly to my entire life that only now is the dust settling in my slow moving (but still brilliant) brain.

I feel the loss of my identity as a therapist profoundly. BUT (there's always a but/and in life if you look closely). But I am also building up new identities as I talked about a little bit before. I am still thriving. I can do both. Re-invent myself and mourn a profound loss all at the same time.

I'm learning the language of my body. What different symptoms mean and how to minimize the big ones (when possible). I'm learning to love myself and all my flaws, not to be "at war" with my disease. My disability is a big identity and it's not one that's healthy to "fight." 

I am the orchestrater of our home. The organizer. The planner. The artist and creative. A daughter, wife and mother. A puppy lover and gardener. I take pleasure in watching the people and things I love grow and flourish. I'm a disability advocate and a friend to some. 

These identities are why today doesn't feel like a loss. Today feels like a day to remember and recognize when my world changed, but I am still myself. Still passionate, wise and full of love and life to contribute to my community... It will just be in a different way than I originally thought and planned.