I managed to make a start on some creative activities today; I have begun the first page of my family history scrapbook. I barely made an impression, but it is such a big thing for me to have done anything at all. For the past four months I have been unable to do any crafting activities requiring creative input. I've been able to knit - no decisions to be made in making scarves. But I haven't touched the quilting which is a big part of my life, or my card making, or scrap booking, or web page design for that matter. It has left a hole in my life. So to begin it again, albeit in a small way, gives me a spark of hope.
Apart from that I have done very little. Some fetching and carrying of the girls, a bit of genealogy, a bit of games playing on the computer. H has had news of a work colleague who has had a stroke so I have been trying to support him emotionally. I feel as if I used all my creativity and mental energies up today and now feel drained.
There's a selfish, hidden part of me that observes how I tried to support H emotionally - but I have not had that from him in all the time I have been ill...
I'm a rambling mass of inconsistencies, some hidden and some all too apparent. A "messy human", wishing to be visible and yet invisible, cherishing my differences but longing to fit in.
Blogs I read
- A Fortunate Man
- A Long Walk to Forever
- Awareness
- Dare to Dream
- Fighting the Urge
- Frolicking Through Llife
- Good in parts
- I'm a Medical Student...
- Lake Cocytus
- Mandy
- Marcella
- Medicines, Animals and a Dream
- Mental nurse
- Mouse
- Nearly time
- Neenaw
- One Pedestrian Away
- Pip
- Pole to Polar
- Police Inspector Blog
- Rainbow Dreams
- Random Acts of Reality
- Rufus May
- Schizophrenia - a Carer's Story
- Seratonin
- The fight for Mrs Carr
- The muddled marketplace
- There and Back
- Traumaqueen
- Useless CPN
4 comments:
Oh, re your last comment..I know how you feel....
It comes, my dears both, of a basic failure in the wiring of our menfolks' brains. I'd bet you that all of our spouses would claim that they were entirely supportive when we needed support...but what they class as support is light years away from our needs. What's worse, because of this they tend not to notice when we are busting a gut being supportive of them - because it doesn't match their perceptions of what support is.
The more I tread the merry round of Relate with mine, the more convinced I am that the 2 species aren't actually designed to match at all. Ah well.
Sounds to me as if you did very well yesterday, Caroline. Will hpe to email later xxx
It sounds to me as if you're doing plenty and making progress - I'm not surprised you feel drained, hugs from me, Katie,x
Thanks for the empathy, Sally and kathryn. It's peculiarly comforting to know I am not alone. Katie, thanks for the empathy and encouragement.
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