I don't like heights, on top of the Empire State Building I clung to the centre π
I don't like snakes the thought of touching one makes me shudder.
I don't like dentist's drilling and tugging in my mouth, horrid.
But none of the above is a fear. My idea of fear is a paralysing state, where you lose rational thought and the sense of dread consumes you.
Parkinsons has the potential to drill fear deep down into the heart of you cloaking your soul with an inky blackness and resulting despair. Seeping slowly it creeps and over the years there is a growing poisonous stain. Hard to wash away.
I won't live in that dread. I won't allow that joyless state override all the good in my life. It can't consume my memories and I refuse to have a dark future.
Try as it might, and boy it tries and tests me, it won't win.
How can I be sure? How can I stand the relentless tiresome challenges it keeps throwing at me.
I have a series of strategies, I have coping mechanisms, I don't leave my happiness to chance. When it raises its ugly head I have to raise my bar. How high, as high as it takes.
It doesn't stand still, so neither can I. I don't have all the answers but I have enough.
Today I'm
Playing some loud music
Eating cake
Spend time with people I love
Laughing a lot
That's a high bar ππ°