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 raunchy disease. My words always help me understand that in this life there will be times that are crappy painful and unexpected but tucked in there are the amazingly wonderful, too. That is when I realized the only control I have over any of this is how I chose to experience them! I realized that I could understand, celebrate can survive even better when I could express these feelings with my own words of courage, humor, and grace.I am the Queen of my own life and the choice is mine! I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to grieve my losses, to laugh long and hard, and to learn how to live a full magnificent life with heart failure.
I am honoring my creativity, and exploring 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.