I would be lying if I said that I didn’t experience dark days, I am just good at hiding it mostly, although perhaps not so much from Kimberly. This is much harder topic to talk about, denial is much easier.
There’s no one particular trigger it could be anything. Fatigue, the fact that everything hurts always, seeing everyone around you fit and healthy, missing your family thousands of miles away, your wife’s faux smile that reminds you how frightened she really is, the fact that your hair has fallen out, all examples of the constant barrage of darkness constantly trying to infiltrate.
Those days typically start with not wanting to get out of bed, just wanting to curl up in a ball and cry, desperately seeking some miracle, you limp through the day and find the energy. It’s almost like an out of body experience as you observe your own anguish and fears in 4D.
More often than not I have learnt how to manage and cope on these days. Luckily, the dark days are easily outnumbered by days of light. I have many loving and caring friends and family that lift me up when I am down. And then there’s the pets, Benny, Lilly and Harley who somehow always know when you are down and how to lift your spirits.
So dark days be gone! You get up, wipe the tears from your eyes and live to fight another day. As my mom says in her broad Italian accent: “make the most of the time.”
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