Hey everyone. I hope you are all having a lovely weekend, and have had some time to rest before the end of summer.
I haven’t posted much lately, because my coping skills have been poor. I shrink into myself when I can’t cope. I have made mistakes, dealt with some minor and major stresses, taken my cat to the vet, and was thrown for a loop when the Chadwick Boseman news came out.
This hit hard because the cancer that took Mr. Boseman too soon was the same as the one that Dave has been cured of. I am thinking of his family and friends at this time and taking a moment to reflect on the blessings bestowed by the Universe on my family. They were both diagnosed at Stage III and while I do not know and can never know what turns Mr. Boseman’s specific cancer took, I am counting my blessings that Dave’s took a different route.
I strive to be as transparent as possible with my struggles with depression and anxiety because I believe that sharing these struggles makes me stronger and opens the door for others to follow.
What this past week has shown me is that I need a tune-up of my mental health toolkit. I need to find better ways to cope because I can’t simply give into overwhelm. I need to find better ways to cope and to fill myself with gratitude that I have a support system of family and friends that know when I need more help. My support system enabled my husband to become a cancer survivor, and instead of feeling anxiety when cancer takes someone too soon, I need to send up a quiet prayer of thanks that Dave wasn’t one of them.
I am so sorry that Mr. Boseman’s family is grieving his loss. If I believed that ”sending thoughts and prayers” would help, I would gladly send them. In the meantime, I am taking some time to breathe, sit with my complete family and watch Chadwick Boseman as the superhero that 2020 needs – Black Panther.
I apologize for rambling, but as I wrote – my coping skills are poor right now, which means that my writing is perhaps not as coherent as it might be.
I leave you with this beautiful image of Mr. Boseman and a picture of my beautiful, raggedy old man.