Diana-M
Beloved Grand Eagle
Hi, everyone—
My saga continues. I’m in the doing phase of healing—not just the writing and reading phase. As most of you know, these past 7 days I really upped my game. (Unfortunately, so did my TMS.) But I was prepared for that happening. I did a nice guided meditation yesterday that brought down my tension level and pain somewhat. (I think pain in and of itself increases tension.) I also ran across a success story of a lady who couldn’t stand more than 2 minutes due to pain. She healed completely by just steadily increasing her exposure in a dedicated way over time by small increments. This reminder lent me strength. Willpower can lead to victory.
I made it out of the house 3 times this week. But I was hoping for more. I was tempted to be really sad this morning—but I turned it around. Note to self: keep your goals loose. If you expect too much, too fast, you set yourself up to be disappointed.
If I could have a dream come true this next week, it would be making it to church. I haven’t been in 16 months, since this most recent attack of symptoms. Getting back there would be a real statement to my TMS brain. I’m going to practice getting in and out of church ahead of time first. I’m stronger now. I should be able to do it with my walker.
It has taken me a whole year to face up to being vulnerable and weak (less than perfect) in front of people and to develop the confidence to field questions about what’s wrong with me. These social aspects of TMS have been as hard—if not harder—than the physical problems for me.
And lastly, it has also been a huge journey alongside my husband who has had his own demons to face with my TMS. It has overwhelmed, depressed him, brought out the best and the worst in him. He has helped me so much— But every once in a while, he just loses it about the whole scenario. My self esteem has grown as I’ve learned to rely on my own inertia. I don’t need him to always believe I will get better. All I need is for ME to believe.
My saga continues. I’m in the doing phase of healing—not just the writing and reading phase. As most of you know, these past 7 days I really upped my game. (Unfortunately, so did my TMS.) But I was prepared for that happening. I did a nice guided meditation yesterday that brought down my tension level and pain somewhat. (I think pain in and of itself increases tension.) I also ran across a success story of a lady who couldn’t stand more than 2 minutes due to pain. She healed completely by just steadily increasing her exposure in a dedicated way over time by small increments. This reminder lent me strength. Willpower can lead to victory.
I made it out of the house 3 times this week. But I was hoping for more. I was tempted to be really sad this morning—but I turned it around. Note to self: keep your goals loose. If you expect too much, too fast, you set yourself up to be disappointed.
If I could have a dream come true this next week, it would be making it to church. I haven’t been in 16 months, since this most recent attack of symptoms. Getting back there would be a real statement to my TMS brain. I’m going to practice getting in and out of church ahead of time first. I’m stronger now. I should be able to do it with my walker.
It has taken me a whole year to face up to being vulnerable and weak (less than perfect) in front of people and to develop the confidence to field questions about what’s wrong with me. These social aspects of TMS have been as hard—if not harder—than the physical problems for me.
And lastly, it has also been a huge journey alongside my husband who has had his own demons to face with my TMS. It has overwhelmed, depressed him, brought out the best and the worst in him. He has helped me so much— But every once in a while, he just loses it about the whole scenario. My self esteem has grown as I’ve learned to rely on my own inertia. I don’t need him to always believe I will get better. All I need is for ME to believe.