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Following up on my last post, here are some quotes of Viktor Frankl, there are some real gems in here…
I’ve been doing a lot more thinking on meaning and purpose the last few days. I brought it up with my counsellor today to see if he had any insights and he mentioned Victor Frankl. I haven’t had chance to go into much detail yet but I did find this summary on you tube which makes me think it’s worth looking into it further.
There are a lot of books and I’m not sure where to start, any tips would be appreciated!
I found it both humbling and terrifying to lose all the things that had previously given my life meaning and purpose.
For me this came through illness but many people might experience something similar for a whole range of reasons.
It’s a scary place to be – lost, confused, disoriented, not knowing who I am or what I’m here for.
Everything I took for granted has gone. Now I’m trying to pick up the few pieces that are left, rebuild my life and rekindle a sense of self.
I’m not sure.
How do I work out what my purpose is when most of my day is about basic self care?
How do I find meaning when I barely have the energy to get out of bed?
How do I become part of a greater cause when my world is so small; limited to a house, a garden and the few streets within walking distance?
It feels selfish to be spending so much time on myself when I’ve always felt life was more about contributing to society and making the world a better place.
This is where my life is right now, but I don’t like it.
I struggle to know what my role is, what my part is in the bigger picture.
I feel small and insignificant. Maybe this is closer to the truth than I like to believe.
I used to feel part of something bigger than myself, which gave me worth and a sense of purpose.
Now everything is laid bare and it’s very uncomfortable.
Trying to balance out a sense of purpose with very limited resources is a daily challenge.
Some days I manage it better than others.
Yesterday I decided a good purpose would be to reach the highest level of health and wellbeing I can manage.
We’ll see how it goes…
I’ve been listening to this song a lot this week, it sums things up nicely, another one to add to the resilience play list
This is how I imagine myself; very slowly running a race (more like a plodding walk, let’s be honest) while everybody else has completed the race and is busy celebrating, drinking champagne and jeering at me from the top box.
I feel left behind, and I don’t like it.
Perhaps you can relate. Or perhaps you’ve got things figured out a lot more than I have.
Here is the trap: I assume everyone else is winning at life because they have the things I want.
But the more I talk to people, even the ones who have the things I want so badly, the more I realise they don’t feel so much like winners.
I assumed we were in the same race, but to them it’s a different race altogether. And they often feel left behind too.
The more I think about this, the more I realise there is no race.
So why do I put myself in one?
Or perhaps there is a race but we’re all running our own individual one, with our own goals and obstacles.
If the race is my own and I’m the only one in it, I can’t win or lose. I can only keep going forwards, at whatever pace I can manage right now.
It’s liberating to let myself off the hook occasionally. After all, if comparison is the thief of joy, why do I let it rule my life?
I need some advice on coping with insomnia.
I’m averaging about 2 hours a night at the moment (my usual is about 10 hours a night).
It’s turning me into a crazy wreck.
I need something to change but I don’t know what. I’ve tried everything I can think of and am looking for new ideas.
- Have you experienced insomnia before?
- Are you going through it at the moment?
- Any tips on how to survive it??
Thanks in advance, people of the internet.
I’m jumping back on the blog with another of my resilience tunes, this came on today and I couldn’t not!
I have such great memories of driving down Morecambe Prom with my friend Kerrie in my battered old Micra after a break up, windows down and this so loud on the stereo the sound was distorting, but it didn’t matter cos we knew all the words anyway.
Here you go…
Destiny’s Child – Survivor
Video is easier than writing these days so here is my latest YouTube video with added chicken sound effects
It’s taken many years but we seem to be getting closer to a diagnosis that makes sense of all the weird and wonderful symptoms that have come to visit and decided to stay.
Its been so frustrating being sent from person to person, no one really having a clue what’s going on but choosing to dismiss it rather than say ‘I don’t know’.
I don’t fit neatly into a box and that hasn’t been very popular with some of the neurologists with less-than-excellent people skills.
In the last year I have been fortunate to meet a wonderful headache/migraine specialist nurse, a very knowledgeable and experienced man who is also personable and kind. I have a stable GP who ‘gets it’ after a long string of excellent but temporary GPs. And just in the last few weeks I have seen a new specialist neurologist who explained things really clearly and was able to offer lots of new treatment options – she was the most helpful consultant we have seen by a long stretch.
These 3 people have made a massive difference and we are now much closer to understanding what is going on.
On top of the chronic migraine diagnosis it seems that I am also experiencing hemiplegic migraine attacks approx. 3-7 times a week, each one can last up to 72 hours so I’m never free of one before the next one starts.
Not much is known about hemiplegic migraine or the long term effects of repeated attacks but here is some info for those who are interested:
Today I saw the most lovely lady, she is a community care co-ordinator. She was great and we have lots of avenues of support to look into. This is good news. My last neurologist told me ‘there is no support, the NHS is crumbling before our eyes’. Fortunately we now have a new neurologist who has a bit more optimistic outlook (and plenty more treatments to try that we hadn’t even heard of, hooray. The last neurologist seemed to think we were all out of options, bah humbug)
So I now need to get my head around being referred to adult social care and occupational therapy and look into different types of adaptations and equipment, which would be easier if the leaflets didn’t look like this…
I know people call me dementia granny but I’m not quite sure how I feel about having grab rails and equipment all over the house yet. I’m very grateful but it’s hard to get my head around it at the same time. Good to know there are options though and hooray for this lovely care co-ordinator and a good visit today. Thanks to everyone who sent prayers and good wishes for it. Also thank you to the St Thomas’ people who have offered so much support, especially our life group, she couldn’t believe how supportive people have been and loved hearing about people’s generosity and kindness. Thank you for the people who cook and do laundry, who wash up and do gardening, who hoover and clean, who run errands and do shopping. It makes a massive difference. Thank you x
Thanks everyone for your support following my last post. I managed to sleep in the end, I’ve facetimed some of my favourite little people, I’ve cuddled a teddy bear in an embarrassing regression to toddler-hood, I managed to get down the garden to see the hens, I managed to eat and drink and take all my meds and treatments and I managed to have a bath ALL BY MYSELF! The last week I’ve needed help everyday to get undressed, help to get into the shower, help to turn it on, help to reach my things, help to get out and help to get dressed. Today I managed everything, even climbing in and out of the bath, all on my own, just with someone on call in case I had an attack. Also I’ve only needed to use sticks a couple of times today, just for the stairs. Feeling so proud to have dragged myself out of the migraine pit (even though most of it is out of my control, I’ll take it anyway!) and pleased to be feeling more me. I’m in the middle of some medication changes at the moment and it’s having all sorts of effects, bad attacks, sleep problems and mood swings are the most interesting (lucky husband!). Glad I remembered this, gives a better perspective on things. Seeing the community nurse in the morning to see what equipment and support is available, prayers, blessings, good wishes and whatever else is your thing very much appreciated! Thanks most excellent people of the Internet, sending you love peace and joy x
Today is a struggling day, I’m lonely but too ill to see or talk to people, I’m bored but even the simplest things I try to do are defeating me, I want and need to sleep but I can’t. I’m fed up of being cooped up in the house all the time, being trapped in a broken body with a broken brain. I want to be having adventures, to be working, to be able to have a shower without help. Most days are better than this, but when they come they are long and difficult. The loss and the grief of the life I should/could/want to be living weighs so heavy I feel like it’s crushing me. Bored, tired, lonely, grieving, fed up and unable to move without great amounts of pain. Usually I am more positive but not today. This is my day today and I am hating it.
It is hard for me to write and there is only so much the microphone in my phone can do to change words to text and it makes lots of mistakes some of them are quite funny but it also doesn’t have any punctuation so it’s not the best way to write a blog so I’ve done a video instead hope you enjoy it P.S I’m not drunk or stoned promise PPS this was meant to be a practice run first take but I thought it was so funny I will share it anyway
Here is a post I wrote back in June 2015 but didn’t feel able to publish – now I do. It’s strange reading it how relevant it still seems, though a little less raw now as I’m becoming more adjusted to this new ‘normal’
NB this is not a post for pity or sympathy, it’s simply a post to put in to words some of my complicated experiences of grief relating to having a significant and longterm (chronic) illness – I hope it will help build understanding and put things into words for others who experience similar things but are unable to articulate them at this point in time.
It’s generally accepted that grief – our natural response to the experience of loss – has 5 stages:
Denial – numb, acting as if everything is ok, in survival mode, isolation
Anger – against other people, yourself, God, the situation in general, people responsible, the unfairness of it all – at the root of the anger/frustration is pain
Bargaining – Asking questions, trying to understand why, attempts to regain control, e.g. ‘if only…’ or ‘what if…’
Depression – sadness, regret, worry, guilt, wondering ‘What’s the point?’
Acceptance – learning how to be at peace with the situation, accepting reality for what it is, recognising what has actually happened and learning how to live with it
They say that grief is not a linear process – it’s not like you go from one stage to the other in a neat order and when you get to the end someone pats you on the back and says “Congratulations, you have successfully grieved, here’s a certificate”.
In reality people might go from one stage to another and back again many times over, in any order, or stay in one stage for a long time or even experience several at once.
Any kind of grief is incredibly complex and every person will experience it differently – there’s no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ way to grieve.
The stages aren’t meant as milestones you have to pass in order to get to the next level, they’re there to reassure people who are dealing with any kind of loss that the thoughts and feelings they’re experiencing are completely normal.
Having said that, I’m starting to wonder if grief associated with chronic (longterm) illness might have its own ‘normal’, partly because there are so many layers to the loss – every single part of your life has been ripped apart by your illness – and partly because it’s ongoing, so there’s no point of closure.
Some of the things affected by my experience of chronic (continuous and longterm) migraine include:
Lifestyle – my condition has significantly affected my job, my social life, my hobbies, my leisure activities, my finances, my holidays, my experiences of community and connection and what I’m able to do on a day-to-day basis.
Relationships – through nobody’s fault, my relationships with people have naturally changed since the unwelcome visitor of chronic illness was thrown into the mix, from being limited to when and how I do things to the awkwardness that it brings when neither of us knows what to say or do any more. And the guilt, however much people tell me not to, the guilt that other people are having to look after me, the guilt that other people are doing the things that I am meant to be doing and want to be doing, the guilt when I have to change plans, the guilt that I can’t be the wife, friend, daughter, colleague, that I want to be.
Identity – my experiences have shaken my identity to the core, challenging every aspect of who and what I am and why I’m here. They’ve made me ask questions I never wanted to ask and didn’t like the answers to, mainly because there are no answers. I’ve lost all my foundations and assumptions about life, myself and everything – I deeply miss the relative simplicity and certainty I used to have.
I’ve lost freedom, independence and opportunity,I’ve lost choice and control, I’ve lost all sense of safety and security, I’ve lost my identity and my purpose.
All of these things represent a loss, so I’m grieving for each of them in some way or another – usually in some crazy, confused and jumbled up way that makes sense to no one, least of all me!
On top of all of that I’m having to let go of my hopes and dreams for the future and grieve each one in turn. I’m even grieving for the innocence with which I dreamed those dreams and just assumed that life would turn out ok.
I’m also grieving the times when I could take my health for granted, when I never even realised what a wonderful gift it was – before the intense vulnerability that comes from knowing that I can no longer trust in my body and brain to do the things they’re meant to do – they’ve failed me and even if they get fixed this time around, that basic trust I once had has gone.
I’m grieving because now I know that my body is weak, my brain is faulty and because I’ve seen where my mind can take me on bad days.
I’m grieving for all the days I’ve lost so far, for birthdays, weddings, meals, dinner parties, gatherings, lunches, coffees and all the passing conversations that I’ve missed and for the loneliness that comes from being ill.
And I’m grieving for the days that stretch ahead, all the days to come that will continue to be an uphill struggle because that’s just the nature of the beast.
I’m grieving for all the time and energy spent on fighting battles no-one will ever see, and for all the things I wish I could have been doing instead.
I’m grieving the fact that I’m not one of the fortunate few who discovers their miracle cure, all the prayers for healing have not been answered, there’s no fairytale happy ending, just the dawning realisation that we’re in it for the long haul.
And I’m grieving for all the time I lost while holding on and longing so desperately for the life I wished I had, which meant that I couldn’t live the life I actually had.
I’m also mourning the realisation that there’s no going back – even if I was totally cured tomorrow I couldn’t go back to where I was because the world and it’s people have moved on since I’ve been gone. And even if they hadn’t, my experiences have rocked me so completely that I’m now a fundamentally different person.
I’m faced with the task of carving out a new place in a world that is both familiar and alien, with a body and brain that don’t work properly any more, in circumstances that I don’t want but can’t change, and I have to somehow wade through all these layers to come to some kind of place where I can move on.
But the grief will still be there as a companion on the journey. It never fully goes away, you just get more used to dealing with it and the pain begins to hurt less often. Grief has no time-limits and no ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ ways of working through it – grief will do what grief will do.
Given how many things are lost when longterm invisible illness takes hold, I think grief is probably quite an appropriate response. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised when I feel a bit overwhelmed sometimes.
Everything has changed, but all is not lost.
Post written December 2015
Loss: the suffering that unites us all
We can probably all connect with a sense of loss, because we’ve all experienced it.
Whether it’s the loss of a loved one, by death or by separation;
The loss of an identity or purpose when a role or job is lost or changed;
The loss of a future hope or dream that’s no longer possible;
The loss of our freedom or choice when people or circumstances dictate things that are beyond our control;
Even if it’s just wondering where all those odd socks went, we probably all know something about loss. I lost my scarf in town today. It’s exciting that I was able to be out and about but I was gutted to have lost my scarf and I didn’t realise until I got home, so I had to get back on the bus and head back to town to retrace my steps.
I don’t know why but on the bus back in to town I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness and loss.
This illness has meant many losses; some big, some small and some so huge I’m only just starting to process them. Whether I like it or not, loss is very much at the front of my mind at the moment.
And so I got to thinking of all the ways the scarf represented my loss, all the ways I was trying to brush off the sense of loss when actually it hurt, and all the things that we sometimes say when people are experiencing loss that might not be as helpful as we think.
So here are the things I said to myself on the bus to try and tell myself it didn’t matter and I should pull myself together, and why it didn’t really help at all.
It’s helped me to understand loss in a different way and to know a bit more about what to say (or what not to say) to people who are hurting because of loss. I’ve shared it in case it helps other people too. (I know the analogy is trivial but it made more sense to me that day thinking about a scarf than it does reading formal books on grief etc so I hope you will forgive me).
“It’s only a scarf” – what looks like ‘only a scarf’ to the outside world means something to me, it makes me think of freedom and flying high and going to new places. It also represents all the other hurts and losses underneath. If I just lost a scarf and everything else in my life was hunky dory I doubt it would bother me so much. Things that bother us are rarely ‘only a scarf’.
“You have other scarves” – yes I do have other scarves, lovely scarves, but I don’t have any other scarves like that one. Nothing else in my life makes the loss ok, no matter how good or beautiful or great those things are.
“You can get a new scarf” – yes, I could get a new scarf, but I will never get another scarf exactly like that one. I’ll never get something with that exact same blue or that exact same green, with those exact same birds on. Nothing will ever replace the thing that I’ve lost.
“It could be worse” – yes, it could always be worse, I could get trampled by a raging baboon and then have to sit through an out of tune opera. But it could also be a whole lot better, I could find a winning lottery ticket and jet off to sip cocktails in the sun. Having somebody else point out the positives just makes me feel like a failure for feeling sad about something that I actually have every right to feel sad about. When things are going tough we want someone to listen, really listen. We will find the positives ourselves, when we are ready, and not because somebody else has tried to point them out to us with some annoying cliche.
“You can learn from this” – clearly I did learn from it, I’m even writing a blog post about it, but what we learn from an event doesn’t justify the event itself, it’s not the reason for the event happening. Bad stuff happens in life. Sometimes really bad stuff happens in life. Even if good stuff comes from bad stuff, it doesn’t make the bad stuff ok. It’s not the reason for the bad stuff happening in the first place, and trying to justify it in that way will just tie us up in unhelpful knots. We might choose to bring good out of a terrible situation or event but no outcome, however good, will ever justify the thing we had to go through to get to that place.
“It’ll be ok” – Will it? How do you know? Can you promise me that? Really? The experience of loss and grief shatters our very senses of being and knowing, the foundations and assumptions we’ve built our lives on are gone and we’re left wondering which way is up. The only thing I know for sure is that I don’t know anything for sure any more. All I want is to know that people will walk alongside me through this new uncertainty. I don’t need answers because I know there aren’t any, I just need people to be willing to come on the journey with me.
By that time I’d reached town and had to get off the bus, but there are probably plenty of other things I could add to the list, and probably plenty more you could add too if you were making a list of your own.
Fortunately I was lucky: after lots of trailing round town I eventually did find my blue bird scarf, thanks to some kind ladies in Boots.
Sitting on the bus, on my way home for the second time, I wondered what we’re left with if we want to support people going through loss and grief.
So many of the things that feel ok to say at first sound empty and hollow once we’ve actually experienced grief and loss for ourselves.
As I sat on the bus with my favourite scarf wrapped snuggly around my shoulders I realised that it’s really quite simple – all we need to do is be there for people, ask how they’re doing and listen to their answer; be a comfort and walk alongside them.
We don’t need posh words and fancy answers, we don’t need to worry about saying the right thing, it’s about how we listen not what we say (we often don’t need to say anything at all).
It’s just one human being connecting with another human being and allowing them to express their loss, whatever that loss might be.
The last few months have been a bit of a rollercoaster.
The best bits have been setting up a business and starting to do some work which has been really exciting.
I’m better than I was and able to do more which is amazing.
It’s great when I look how far I’ve come and frustrating when I look how far there still is to go, but I’m also very aware of friends and people I know going through really tough times at the minute and I’m incredibly grateful for all the things I do have in my life.
The down bits? I’ve recently lost two close family members: my lovely mum-in-law died very suddenly and totally unexpectedly in February, less than 12 hours after my grandma had also died. It’s been a total shock and completely devastating, turning everything upside down and inside out.
There are several unpublished posts I’ve written previously about grief that I’ll probably be revisiting as things unfold.
At least I’m keeping my counsellor busy!
I’m hoping to be on here a bit more as some kind of new normality starts to form.
For now though, hello again.
I hope life is treating you well, or if it’s not that you are giving it some kind of kick-ass response in return!
I’ve not blogged for a while, a long time in fact.
It’s been an intense few months of finally starting to come to terms with this new life I’ve been landed with and it’s left me a bit too raw to write publicly – but after a brilliant weekend away with an excellent group of young people and some really helpful conversations with various people, I’m feeling in a much stronger place to share a bit about where things are at.
With the help of friends, family, a counsellor and my ever-amazing husband I’ve started to wade through the countless layers of loss and grief. It’s been messy and painful and not at all pleasant but it’s a bit like the story we used to love my Dad telling us as kids ‘We’re going on a bear hunt’ – you can’t go round it, can’t go under it, got to go through it. So that’s what I’ve started to do.
I’ve been angry and sad and numb and everything in between.
But the thing I’ve felt most is lost.
I don’t know who I am any more. I don’t recognise this person I’ve become. I hate the limitations this body and this brain place upon me. I miss the things I used to be able to do, from the big and exciting to the small and everyday.
And I miss feeling like my life has meaning, because for a long time I’ve been desperate to find some kind of meaning in all of this but there just isn’t any. It makes no sense, and it feels like my life makes no sense.
I’ve been feeling like I have no purpose, and that’s been really tough because we all need purpose. I can try and find purpose in the small things I’m able to do but it’s not enough, I’m just not satisfied with that. So I’ve been searching and trying and pushing myself harder than I should and then crashing harder and just getting more and more frustrated.
Then over the weekend away with the young people, my burnt-out life has been rekindled with fresh hope.
I’ve been encouraged to wait and to use this time in my life to learn and grow, because there’s always more going on than we can see and who knows what lies ahead.
We all have a purpose, even when things look bleak and we can’t even imagine what the future might hold.
My circumstances might mean that my path is going to look different to the conventional routes most people take in life, but I’m getting more ok with that.
I still have a purpose and my life still has meaning, even if it isn’t turning out anything like how I expected it to.
I’m going to wait, even if I have to wait a really long time, and see what paths open up. Who knows, maybe they’ll go somewhere amazing…
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged, and fortunately that’s mainly for good reasons.
The combination of treatments is enabling me to feel like I have a quality of life at last – which is wonderful after being so constrained for so long.
On good days I’ve been able to go out with friends, go for day trips out, go to a wedding and generally do far more than I’ve been able to do for ages, which makes the bad days so much easier to deal with.
I had fun on Tuesday going to Liverpool to the north west neurology centre to get a greater occipital nerve block (injections in my head!) and an MRI scan, totally rocking the hospital gown look, oh yeah!
My husband came too and we managed to fit in a trip to the Albert Dock to eat some awesome burgers and pretend to be cultured at the Tate gallery (but instead just got thoroughly confused)
I’m finding everything feels like an amazing treat, even the tiniest things, and I’m just so pleased to be living this thing they call life
Hope you all have a good weekend – live every minute and do something awesome!