Well Xmas Eve morning to be accurate, and yes I lie here spotty pajamas's once more and think back. Who would want a 40 something, no job, no money, no home and ill. At the time it was very tough, I took some tough decisions and it hurt. It hurt a lot, and those around me too. But with PD you have this overwhelming need to focus, to drive in your direction, to be who you want to be. Shaping that into an old life sometimes doesn't work. It didn't for me, so I had to move on.
Finding someone again seemed impossible, but it has happened. There is an ease within me that he didn't know me before PD and that he therefore doesn't mourn for the woman I was, as I am to him what I will be for the rest of my life, someone living with illness. He knows to give me space, he lets me run at 1000 miles an hour, he accepts the whole deal. I am fortunate to have found him, but I did, and so can you. The right person is out there, keep looking. Thank you so much for all the kind words and support, and messages.