life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings
Don't Talk Like That...
I write to find out what my heart thinks.... I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this disease, open heart surgery that was less than successful and more recently an S-ICD (internal cardiac defibrillator) implanted in my chest that will hopefully restore my heart beat in case of sudden cardiac death. I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to learn how to live a full life with heart failure, to honor my creativity, and to explore all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say "Don't talk like that!"
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Learning that I may be able to be strong and accept help. They may not be exclusive situations, although I can freely admit I am not sure I can do it...Just saying I am beginning to to see it. I have always seen needing help as a weakness. The only way to get around it was to pay people to help. That was acceptable. Some how...if you had the resources to pay for help, you kind of got a get out "weakness" free card. That option has never really been available to me.
If I am going to lead the life I imagined....I might need help... Maybe time to heal myself...by healing my thinking.