Your photos are beautiful and your writing resonates so hard, if that is even a sentence or way to say it.
The power of the incremental is definitely more solidly dependable than pushing harder.
Health wise last year was a total sh*t show for me with post concussion syndrome meaning I lost almost everything about my life that I knew and loved. Then I got Covid, which actually wasn’t that bad and then I got so poorly in October I thought I might die. I could barely breathe for days and coming out the other side got knocked into a cycle of insomnia interspersed with sleeping like a poisoned Disney princess (awake maybe four or five hours in the day to begin with). It’s been a tough ride and I’ve gone from being able to do two hours of aerobics at a time on a good day to doing 7 exercises in 7 minutes and that being enough. I’ve been doing that for a month now and feel like I could go a little further (but not harder because, you can’t do both anymore right?) and I know that little by little I can improve. It’s tough when you’re used to going at it full pelt though isn’t it. To bury that version of yourself and learn to live with the replacement.
You are doing brilliantly and are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing your story.
Hi Nicole, thank you for this comment and I'm sorry to reply so extremely late - I think I must have read this and then thought, just 'liking' was not appropriate! I really feel everything you've written here very deeply and appreciate it so much - it's so tough having so little energy. And then insomnia - it's so cruel! Unpicking everything, accepting how things are, but also trying to maintain positivity - erg. Some days it's all too much. But other day - small wins feel monumental! Again, my apologies for this very late reply - but I get the sense you'd understand! X
Your photos are beautiful and your writing resonates so hard, if that is even a sentence or way to say it.
The power of the incremental is definitely more solidly dependable than pushing harder.
Health wise last year was a total sh*t show for me with post concussion syndrome meaning I lost almost everything about my life that I knew and loved. Then I got Covid, which actually wasn’t that bad and then I got so poorly in October I thought I might die. I could barely breathe for days and coming out the other side got knocked into a cycle of insomnia interspersed with sleeping like a poisoned Disney princess (awake maybe four or five hours in the day to begin with). It’s been a tough ride and I’ve gone from being able to do two hours of aerobics at a time on a good day to doing 7 exercises in 7 minutes and that being enough. I’ve been doing that for a month now and feel like I could go a little further (but not harder because, you can’t do both anymore right?) and I know that little by little I can improve. It’s tough when you’re used to going at it full pelt though isn’t it. To bury that version of yourself and learn to live with the replacement.
You are doing brilliantly and are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing your story.
Hi Nicole, thank you for this comment and I'm sorry to reply so extremely late - I think I must have read this and then thought, just 'liking' was not appropriate! I really feel everything you've written here very deeply and appreciate it so much - it's so tough having so little energy. And then insomnia - it's so cruel! Unpicking everything, accepting how things are, but also trying to maintain positivity - erg. Some days it's all too much. But other day - small wins feel monumental! Again, my apologies for this very late reply - but I get the sense you'd understand! X