As a young mother 40 years ago, I suffered post-natal depression, bulimia, and severe anxiety. In the midst of all that, my husband of six and a half years took his own life. I was an emotional wreck, broken, different and disabled. I stuffed all the emotions storming in me and went on to raise my children, get my business degree, and eventually begin my writing career. Decades later, it took a fall on my head – God talking? – to bring me to a place of healing.
No matter what our disability stems from, we all have the same basic needs: food, shelter, safety – and connection. Counseling, surrendering to a higher power, introspection, and surrounding myself with kind, loving, positive people. Those are the tools in my tool box. They are worn and well used, and I am not ashamed to use them.
You have a powerful story, Cindy. Thank you for sharing. I love the tools in your toolbox that you described, it really is so important for each of us going through hardship to realize the different tools in our various toolboxes. They might look very different but ultimately rebuilding our happiness is up to us. Thank you for being a valued member of our community.