There is something that confused me somehow the first day. In addition it gave me much much food for thought. There is a question at the end: What would a life without TMS mean to you?
Well, I live like this almost 3 years - with much improvement the last year. Sometimes it got really disappointing, I wondered how long could I live with so so nasty symptoms and even now I wonder how did I get through it.
When I imagined myself without any manifestation of tms I saw a person rushing here, rushing there, doing more and more and more. Firstly, one part of me doesn't like this anymore. Secondly, this image insinuates that I am not ready yet to heal, because the doer inside me wants to do, to work, to learn, to help, to give, to have, to... to..., a non stop accomplishing. I am addicted in working and doing. I have forgotten how to stop, enjoy, feel. And thanks God, my body says no.
Because of these manifestations I was obliged to change the way I live, to do things that really matter (eg binding with people, understand myself and my feelings) and to have rest during the day. I really was a labourer, almost a slave, working all day or doing chores.
Even now, I feel guilty about having rest.
Well, I live like this almost 3 years - with much improvement the last year. Sometimes it got really disappointing, I wondered how long could I live with so so nasty symptoms and even now I wonder how did I get through it.
When I imagined myself without any manifestation of tms I saw a person rushing here, rushing there, doing more and more and more. Firstly, one part of me doesn't like this anymore. Secondly, this image insinuates that I am not ready yet to heal, because the doer inside me wants to do, to work, to learn, to help, to give, to have, to... to..., a non stop accomplishing. I am addicted in working and doing. I have forgotten how to stop, enjoy, feel. And thanks God, my body says no.
Because of these manifestations I was obliged to change the way I live, to do things that really matter (eg binding with people, understand myself and my feelings) and to have rest during the day. I really was a labourer, almost a slave, working all day or doing chores.
Even now, I feel guilty about having rest.