I haven’t been posting a lot, and I have mainly posted about my artwork.
For those who want to know about what’s going on in my life, I will be short but will try no to omit anything important (to my humble opinion).
I’ve been working a new job and everything was fine until, after my dear friend’s death, I experienced transference to one my co-workers. She felt overwhelmed and embarrassed by my over emotional attachment towards her so I ended up in tears and she stopped talking to me for a while. I needed a one-week sick leave to recollect myself. I eventually went back to work with a healthier state of mind and less emotional behaviour so she started to talk to me again, we no longer joke together like at the very beginning but it’s better this way.
My goal for now is to do my best at work working part time, use my free time to draw and do some journal wrecking, and prepare for Xmas in the best conditions.
Here’s what I’ve done with it so far
I have started moving in furniture and stuff in my own flat. I have no bed and no table and chairs but I got my books. #checkyourpriorities :p
I’ve been thinking about creating video clips or short videos about the subjects that matter to me. I made this one this morning:
You know how much I like making and sharing fan art on Instagram. Today I want to present Samara Rose who suffers from a painful chronic illness, and yet is very brave and works on her own wonderful style.
This is the video explaining her condition:
And if you want to follow her:
I apologize to those who follow me for the lack of posts these last weeks. I have been busy with trying to find a new job that fits both my abilities and disabilities. I also have made another step towards independence since I will soon have my own flat. I need to see my physiotherapist on a regular basis due to my right groin pains but I won’t complain much about it bc the treatment is massages and they are quite pleasant. 🙂
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I know, it’s been a while, almost one month. What’s happened?
Well, my friend with the brain tumor had to be hospitalized because of her new treatment. She texted me she was out and better a few days ago. Phew. I was really scared.
My former teacher on Facebook doesn’t want to answer any of my private messages or comments anymore. I felt sad, I cried, I felt a heavy weight on my chest…no explanation. I did all I could to reach out to her, but it’s no longer up to me. I have to accept the situation.
I have started taking singing lessons! I did so when I was 15, but I decided I had to train and practise again with someone qualified, and she genuinely thinks I have some potential.
I’m seing Mr Handsome (my physiotherapist) for massages after suffering from groin and back pain for months.
I have another job in sight, part time, other workplace.
In other words, life goes on!
I’m stuck at home with the dog. It’s hard for me to go out except to take her for a walk because I feel like I’m not walking out alone (which is actually the case – I have my dog with me).
Those dreams haunt me every night: I’m a college student but I fail at everything and my schoolmates are harsh with me. In real life, I obtained my Degrees. Or I’m at work and I’m overwhelmed by the red tape. In real life I’m still on sick leave.
I’ve had panic attacks again.
And also, I keep thinking about “my downfall”. What if I had remained disabled? What if I was very badly handicaped? I mean not only being unable to walk, but even worse!
I have always said my life was shitty, at least since I was 12, but nowaday I surprise myself thinking – and believing! – that I am so lucky.
My back hurts once in a while and my right groin is painful when I cross my legs or lifts my right leg to get in the car. But I’m fine. Really. I’m lucky.