Welcome back to crazy little things! I hope everyone is doing ok and if you are not, well that is ok too because you don’t have to be ok all the time as you are only human. Well, live really kicked me in the face today! My appointment didn’t go well nor did it go bad, as my eyes are no better but no worse, which is kind of good news. Then the doctor did sit down with me and tell me that this is getting serious if my eyes don’t start responding better to the steroids then the next lot of treatment can have serious side effects and this battle to save my eyesight is nowhere near over. My doctor advised me about nutrition and other ways that may help though. So what did I do when I left the appointment? Well, I broke down in tears didn’t I. Fuck me life give me a break now. So I got home cried a bit more spent a few hours just sitting on my sofa feeling so sorry for myself and not sure how to handle it. Then I just had to pick myself up I had no choice I can’t give up now. So I have been on a Google rampage looked at different websites and different vitamins and natural remedies that can help with it. I don’t even care if it is unicorn poo I have to take; I will try and fight this!
So yeah in such a bizarre mood right now and staying hopeful is hard but not impossible because I promised myself I will stay in the driver seat of my mind, if I give up now then I am handing the keys over to bipolar and anxiety.
So blogmas post day 5 is –
Wishing you an imperfect Christmas
Christmas is filled with many weird and wonderful things and many of us have our own traditions. Whether it is putting your decorations up on a certain day or eating pork pie for breakfast Christmas morning (my family tradition). This is the time of year you can make your own and not like anyone else’s.
But sometimes that pressure to have that picture perfect Christmas shown to us by films and TV adverts is crazy. Families fight at Christmas, you going to at least burn one item of food or buy someone a present that they didn’t really want. Kids are not always going to be angels even if you tell them Santa is watching, Christmas is an imperfect time of year no matter how much we strive to make it perfect. If we don’t sit back and smell the holly every now and then and enjoy it for what is then you can create your own storm. Don’t risk your mental health for something that can never be perfect.