I've taken a break over Christmas. We have had quiet days, lazy mornings and pretty much pleased ourselves. Having a break from everything gave me a chance to forget. A chance to not cry about how lost and lonely I am. A time of no expectations and to just be. That can't last though and tomorrow real life begins again.
A new year is a new milestone. Another time ticked off by which I thought I would be better. My care coordinator is keen for a meeting to reassure me about church. He says it is a big part of who I am. Unfortunately I feel it is a big part of who I was. I am not her anymore.
She died. She's gone. I'm not sure that's a good thing.
Pretty much exactly 5 months after my last church attendance I returned today. Since my last time I had only seen 3 people from the congregation face to face. People who live in my town. Who I've seen at least twice a week for years, I'd seen so few of them. Children had grown. Newborn babies now starting to move. Barely bumps now earth side. There were a few new faces too. We decided to go today because we had been invited for Sunday lunch by a couple from church. The sweet, kind hearted, godly doctor who was on duty the weekend I was first taken to hospital. I didn't give myself a choice this morning. I'd set up an excuse not to go for lunch already. Our car was broken. It was true, it was, but I knew it would be fixed in time to go. So I got up and we went. I'd spoken with my counsellor about not feeling it was my home any longer. That I wasn't part of the fellowship anymore. That physically I didn't know where to sit. Our usual seats, middle,front, with ...
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