I’ve been accused of talking too much. It was a common theme on my school comments from teachers. “She’s a great student, but she talks so much.”
Well, this year I’ve been quiet.
Hee Hee…when I look back at the blog I see that I actually posted in January, but before that it was September and before that it was August. So, see I still talk more than I know. But I was quieter.
This was a doozy of a year. In the past 12 months my relationship fell apart, I was asked to move out and I did. I moved back in about three months later, but it translates to three moves last summer and a lot of upheaval for-my kids. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had a lumpectomy and is now cancer-free, but I’m now one of those women. My mother isn’t the best at communicating and I found out that my great-grandmother died of breast cancer after having a double masectomy. So, my daughter and I are those women. Then my 15 year old daughter found a lump in her breast. It was a tough few days. I had a car accident that revealed some arthritis and resulted in a pinched nerve. Somewhere in here I had major vehicle issues. My truck broke. Completely broke. Then I was diagnosed with diabetes. I’ve written about it here so I guess it wasn’t a complete surprise that when I gained the weight back and stopped taking care of myself, I was diagnosed with diabetes. And back to that family dysfunction thing-I found out that my father has diabetes and my mother and sister are pre-diabetic . My father ignored his diabetes for years and drank on it to boot and now he’s having kidney issues. So, he’s been hospitalized. He gets dehydrated and gets hospitalized and he’s 75 and I still have a lot of issues to work through. And because I was dizzy and nauseous all the time they did some more checking and I was diagnosed with anemia. Then my girlfriend had surgery and vomited blood for days and we ended up in the emergency room. My daughter and I had a fight and didn’t talk for a month, during which she stayed at her father’s and I felt ignored and indignant. And then she had surgery. And many, many times during this year I thought I was going to loose my business.
So I’d say it’s been a doozy of a year. I have had major meltdowns where I felt like I couldn’t handle one more thing. I’ve had screaming matches with my ex. I’ve had screaming matches with my love. I’ve made emergency phone calls to my therapist. My girlfriend has stayed home from work to take care of my trauma-laden ass.
But you know what? I’m here. I’m on the other side of this crazy/drama/trauma year. I didn’t always do it with grace and dignity, but I did it. And I did it without numbing out. I did it with a semblance of clarity and honesty. I was authentic.
And here’s what I learned this year. I learned that I didn’t get the mother that I wanted or maybe even deserved, but I got this woman who is flawed and imperfect and she loves me and how I deal with that is up to me. I got a daughter who loves me fiercely and hates me fiercely and she’s probably more like me than anyone on the planet. I learned that I can walk through anything in anyway that choose. I knew I was a survivor, but this year I learned that I can survive and make choices and do things the way I want. Life doesn’t just happen to me. I learned that I am having the relationship that I’ve always wanted, one that allows me to grow and change and I have a girlfriend who accepts me no matter what-and I’ve tested that quite a bit. I learned that I am lovable and strong and smart and enough.
I write these things, don’t I? This isn’t the first time I’ve claimed this power and I wish I could explain how it’s different, but I can’t. I think this year it shifted from the logic of knowing that we are all enough into my heart of feeling that I am enough. It’s a powerful, important shift.
This year I stepped into my power. My business is doing better than ever and I don’t have to slave to make it so. I get to enjoy my baby. I can stop working impossible hours and choose my favorite projects to work on. I can write. I teach a writing class! I have wanted to do this my whole life and now I co-teach a writing class to women in recovery. I signed up for a year of Reiki training and I embrace the title healer that I blushed at last year. I am a powerful healer and every week I have people report back on how I’ve healed them or brought new awareness or just helped.
I have an incredible team of healing professionals that help me. I found a wonderful holistic health center, I have a talented and sweet acupuncturist and a new wonderful and gentle chirproactor. Oh! And a wise, wise, understanding and encouraging therapist and a mentor who takes my hand, never lets me go and says I Don’t Know a lot. My patient primary care nurse who never seems rushed even though I know she is, banned me from googling, but then reluctanctly later gave me a medical website addresss to look up things more accurately.
Because this year I took my health in my own hands I have reversed the diabetes and am off the meds. My anemia is on it’s way too. I went from a scary low hemoglobin count of 8 to a much better 11 in a few months and am on my way to a normal 14. I lost 25 pounds just by eating regular meals and being aware of what’s not good for my body-like gluten. I am gluten-free and it has made all the difference in my body. I ache less, heal faster, sleep better and never feel bloated, gassy or have stomach upset and I’ve been able to drop weight with an ease I’ve neer experienced. I don’t think the gluten was making me fat, but I think by eliminating the gluten and getting the glucose under control my body is moving towards balanced health and everything else is following. And most importantly, without the gluten I feel far less depressed.
Depression was an old friend. I was really at my end. I wasn’t feeling so sad that I couldn’t continue. I was feeling so discouraged that I didn’t want to continue. I wanted to die this year. Many times this year. Mostly because no matter what I did, no matter how much sun and exercise I got, no matter how in touch I was with my therapist and my mentor, no matter how much yoga I did, that bottom of despair always came. One morning I would be fine and by afternoon I couldn’t get off the couch, hating myself for the NCIS marathon and not blogging or cooking dinner or not wanting to do anything with my kids. And most confusing on some of those days I had practiced yoga and my sweet friend wasn’t helping me, couldn’t save me and I felt betrayed. Gluten-free changed all of that. Without the gluten I have even days. I have energy and I smile and when tough stuff comes up I deal with it and move on. Not eating gluten has saved my life. Literally.
So, it’s been a doozy of a year and I’m still standing.