Trying to cope
The world is still spinning, the house is still running, and the kids are still being turkeys. Nothing has stopped just because my daughter has passed away. I would like nothing more than to climb under a rock and let the world go on without me, but that just isn't possible. I'm really hoping that once I finally bring her home that I can move on, knowing she is here.
It isn't just the emotional toll, it's the physical toll as well. The last month of pregnancy was not nice to me. I was swollen, hurting, and having several panic attacks daily. I just pushed through, knowing that I just had to get her through another month, and she would have a fighting chance. ONE MONTH. Four weeks. 30 more days. That is all she would have needed. Would it have been a long shot? Absolutely. The fact that she didn't even get the chance to try? It isn't fair.
The physical toll is horrible. I have a terrible headache that nothing gets to. I'm shaky all the time. I have a hard time eating. Thinks look weird, and I'm dizzy and off center. I feel weak and just, off. Is most of that anxiety? Probably. I'm trying to get through the worst of it with just a Xanax or two, and not have to go on something every day. I worked so hard to get off of it, I don't want to have to do it again. If the depression becomes too much to bear, I will.
I'm nervous about going back to work already. I want to make sure I can give my all. I do not want to bring any of this to work with me. It isn't fair to my co-workers, or to the good job I pride myself on. I really, really hope it will be a good distraction. Something to take me away from the stress of what has happened. A place to lose myself in. At least, that is what I hope will happen.
Because I do not have the ability to take things one day at a time, I have already started to dread Christmas. I was so looking forward to the holiday, because I knew it is when I would meet my little lady. What is there left to look forward to now? It will take everything I have to put on a fake face for the kids and make it enjoyable for them. I will, however, be lost in the "what might have been." I know me. As much as I don't want to be that person, I will be anyway. I've known me for 36 years.
It isn't just the emotional toll, it's the physical toll as well. The last month of pregnancy was not nice to me. I was swollen, hurting, and having several panic attacks daily. I just pushed through, knowing that I just had to get her through another month, and she would have a fighting chance. ONE MONTH. Four weeks. 30 more days. That is all she would have needed. Would it have been a long shot? Absolutely. The fact that she didn't even get the chance to try? It isn't fair.
The physical toll is horrible. I have a terrible headache that nothing gets to. I'm shaky all the time. I have a hard time eating. Thinks look weird, and I'm dizzy and off center. I feel weak and just, off. Is most of that anxiety? Probably. I'm trying to get through the worst of it with just a Xanax or two, and not have to go on something every day. I worked so hard to get off of it, I don't want to have to do it again. If the depression becomes too much to bear, I will.
I'm nervous about going back to work already. I want to make sure I can give my all. I do not want to bring any of this to work with me. It isn't fair to my co-workers, or to the good job I pride myself on. I really, really hope it will be a good distraction. Something to take me away from the stress of what has happened. A place to lose myself in. At least, that is what I hope will happen.
Because I do not have the ability to take things one day at a time, I have already started to dread Christmas. I was so looking forward to the holiday, because I knew it is when I would meet my little lady. What is there left to look forward to now? It will take everything I have to put on a fake face for the kids and make it enjoyable for them. I will, however, be lost in the "what might have been." I know me. As much as I don't want to be that person, I will be anyway. I've known me for 36 years.
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