Nevertheless, since day one from diagnosis... well, okay... maybe month two or three or five after a whole lot of major freaking out :) ... I decided that literally the only way for me to survive this experience was to be as positive as I could. I was scared to lose my life, but the more immediate fear was to first lose my mind. So I promised myself to constantly look for the good. This was extremely, crazy, psycho-difficult at first. No kidding, right?! Especially considering that the first 18 months or so of treatment I spent primarily in bed, in pain (from quite uncomfortable to agonizing) and exhaustion. Barely sleeping from the lyme symptoms and the herxing. And herxing non-stop. (Detox schmetox - why wouldn't it work!?) Plus scared of the symptoms. Scared for my life. Scared for my family. And so on...
People would ask me how I was doing during that time and I would always answer 'Oh, a little tiny bit better - it's coming along'. And I could not tell if it was. I had no idea if it was. It terrified me that it might not be. But that's what I answered. Because I had to. Something in me had to.
I clearly remember being frightened to fall asleep each night, yet at the same time desperate for a break from the exhaustion and agony. I would keep the phone beside me and make my husband promise, yes promise, to check on me every 20 minutes in case I died. And I was well aware that that was sort of a stupid plan - i.e. why check to see if someone is dead? If they are dead, they are dead! But I needed the reassurance that maybe he would somehow save me in time and I could stay alive. The phone would be right beside me to call 911. I was really that scared. For many months. Ugh.
The other part of night time that frightened me was to have myself actually fall asleep, but then wake up in an even worse state of agony and have no choice but to call 911. I got to the point where I would rather stay awake and watch the progression of worsening symptoms and then decide to go to the hospital versus falling asleep and waking up into an emergency situation. Apparently I'm not big on surprises. ;)
Ah the fun of it all!
But through all of that, I kept holding on to the positives. The sunshine in my window. My dogs furry bodies cuddled up next to me. The hot water bottle. My cuddly socks. The fact that my sweet husband would actually promise me over and over again to check on me. And would listen to me freaking out repeatedly. What about the toll on him? What about the toll on the kids? What about the toll on all my family and friends? What a mess. As anyone who has or is going through this or similar knows all too well.
Anyhow, I can't say that things are easy-peasy now because I am still struggling on a daily basis. We, as a family, are hence still struggling on a daily basis. And there are still too many times where I am scared. But way way less than before. For the healing that has occurred, I am so deeply and incredibly grateful. Of course I also continue to regularly lose my sh@t due to fear, depression, guilt, anger... all those dark emotions. I like to try to honour their course - I am human after all! But then I pull myself out again - bring on the gratitude. Settle back into faith that this all makes sense and is okay somehow.
Do I think I can say I am a completely 100% happy person? No, not at all. I wish I could. I wish I could get to that point of faith and trust. But there is still too much fear. I know there are sayings like 'The only thing to fear is fear itself' but I don't buy it. (I want to buy it! Puhleeeeassse!) I fear pain. I have been in such pain that I wished I was dead even though I didn't want to be dead. I have not wanted to fall asleep at night because I don't want to wake up and have to face another day of this hellish existence. Nevertheless... I'm still pretty happy all things considered. Traumatized, yes. Scared of the future? Sometimes. Sometimes a lot. But I'm going to keep going - moment to moment, doing the best I can, enjoying as much as I can. Because this is my life!
So... back to the article. Here are the items it lists as keys to happiness:
- Surround yourself with happy people
- Smile when you mean it
- Cultivate resilience: "Fall seven times, stand up eight" (Love this!)
- Try to be happy
- Be mindful of the good
- appreciate simple pleasures
- devote some of your time to giving
- let yourself lose track of time
- Nix the small talk for deeper conversation
- Spend money on other people
- Make a point to listen
- Uphold in-person connections
- Look on the bright side
- Listen to uplifting music
- Unplug from all the technology
- Get spiritual
- Make exercise a priority
- Go outside
- Rest
- Laugh
- Walk the walk - i.e. hold your posture in a more positive way than depressed way
The strongest ones for me are #s: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, 12, 13, 16, 18, and 19 (ha!!!!!).
Of course, a lot of these are modified for me due to the lyme - for example, exercise may mean stretching my body one day, a short, slow, painful walk the next. But exercise is on the table - I value it and I try. Sometimes I have a nice walk where I sort of can pretend I'm a regular person too. WOW.
In-person connections can be difficult to uphold when you can't leave your bed. But I've always kept my connections as best as I can. Emails, phone calls, friends sitting in bed to visit me. Don't get me wrong - when I was at my sickest I was extremely lonely because there gets to be very little to say and people maybe don't want to be around when someone is that sick. But I still held on as best as I was able. And so, thank goodness, did my family and some of my friends. I also can't listen to music due to noise sensitivity, etc, etc... but for the most part - I see me in this list.
Cool.
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