Spotty Pajamas's I cannot find amongst the chaos I now call my wardrobe which is floor, chair, bottom of cupboard, any where as the sea of my untidiness consumes more of the dry land that I am. For someone who is a maverick with a hint of order its a little heart wrenching.
I am a patient, a mighty fine one, I have learn't to be. That is what allows me to be the person I love. She's a new girl, compared to the old one, but I gave the old one up as soon as I knew that clinging on to her was pointless and unnecessary.
What do I mean a 'good patient' well I do a number of things to ensure I get the best chance I believe I can in this new shape. I may repeat myself here...
1. I know who I am warts and all
2. I put me first (and funnily in doing so its better for those around me)
3. I don't wish for things that don't currently exist
4. I focus on communication
5. I am creative
6. I don't allow my PD to dictate terms, yes it may remove options but I can do that back!
I feel so strongly that we are not in a dress rehearsal, for me this life is one life. I can't watch it with angry eyes, nor bitter ones. I can't let it slip away whilst I lament, I can't. I am alive from head to toe. I have to seize joy, find inspiration, keep motivated, Illness is lonely, you have to tackle it from within, but you so can do it, you so can. Support and friendship such as I find on this website are exactly what is needed. Turn a bad thing into a good one, turn disaster into opportunity, turn chaos into fun. I have never worked harder, been more challenged, done some amazing things, is it a better life post PD, it may well be......