Recovery
At this point, the details are well-known to my friends and family, so I can skip rehashing them. Instead, this is about the period of recovering and how it feels. The emotions that are roiling through are sometimes hard to explain. For the most part, I try to stay positive. It’s easy enough to find things to do to keep me from dwelling on negative thoughts. Then, too, counting my blessings is easy. I’m surrounded by loving people and I have a support system in place. There are days when things overwhelm me. These don’t happen often, but when they do, it feels like nothing is manageable and I’m standing in the middle of a tornado trying to hold on to the ground. I am not always able to say “Help!” or even take a breath. Maybe it’s childish, but the things that are most likely to trip me off are “well-meaning” comments, those that come from someone who is trying to help but doesn’t know how. You know what I mean: the forwarded email from someone to say that “if you don’t eat