The days are long. The nights feel longer.
Some days hurt more than others.
I struggle with patience, and I struggle with the projected recovery time. It will be months, at least 3, before I can do any significant activity. I am left feeling helpless at home and with my self care because so many things I normally do, I can't.
I don't feel like I am good enough or good at anything. I'm sure that isn't true, but sometimes, my anxiety gets the better of me. I am working on it, but it still lingers.
I don't like me much on the days I feel like this. I don't always see the value I know I have.
The last thing I want to be, ever be, is a burden to anyone. Right now, that is how I feel. And deep inside, I feel stuck in my darkness.
The light will come back, no matter how hard I need to work at it.