Nothing in my life makes sense to me at the moment but I'm realising that the more I cling to wanting things to be the way they were, the more I suffer. Someone or something (God, Buddha, whatever concept one is comfortable with) has taken my life and shredded it and then thrown it up in the air like confetti ... and I am now trying to make sense of all the tiny bits of me that lie scattered on the ground - at least, that's how it feels.
And I know that no matter how hard I try, I cannot rearrange the pieces of me to fit the way I once was even though I hate the uncertainty of not knowing what the hell is going to happen with my future - it's made me live a lot more in the moment because not to, only increases my suffering.
What an excellent way of putting it!
What I meant in my previous posts is I don't recognise myself anymore from the day this started, before that I could see the obvious slow changes, when they're slow you accept them because you change with them, this journey was, for me, literally overnight, there was no time to adapt and maybe at this point I've got no energy to know where to start adapting
I accept aging, in many ways I've embraced it
But only 3 years ago I was first up on the dance floor, loved get togethers, I knew my body and mind inside out, now I know nothing about my mind and body, only that I have multiple pains each and every day, and have crashing fatigue, I've noticed the only time I have any remote energy is evenings, not to mention the physical changes that I'm trying to adapt to
I accept there could be more going on than meno here with me, and I'm trying to work out what, but I'm hitting a brick wall getting anything sorted
Annie