Lately, I've been having some "stinkin thinkin," and need to snap out of it. My general health is improving daily and I'm getting out more and even taking a dance class. However, even though I realize it hasn't even been a year since my diagnosis, there is a little demon in my head saying I should be doing more. That's when I get depressed and don't sleep well. Good thing I see a therapist weekly. Somehow, she can listen to me and find out the root of my discomfort even when I usually can't put my finger on it. In this case, the root was about my mortality. I have been trying to take care of things or have them in place "just in case" I don't live very much longer. Now, I haven't been told I won't live long, its just that little demon that sits on my shoulder and whispers damaging things in my ear.
Its my job to push that "stinker thinker" off my shoulder and put tape over his mouth! Right? So, I'm trying to do that, or at least talk about it to those who love me, which are many. I continually surprise people one way or the other and they just keep staying close to me. I am truly blessed.
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