Just following up on my previous post as a few people have noted how I’ve tried to make something positive of those events. It’s true, I have, but that doesn’t mean that I’m free from the trauma of those events. Those things stick with you and can come back out of the woodwork to knock you on your ass sometimes. Even years later.
I’ve been going through one of those periods for the last week. Someone very close to me just went through their own cardiac adventure–different, but that doesn’t always matter–and it pushed all sorts of buttons. I worry. For me. For them. For family. For friends. There’s a little voice constantly in the background keeping me from getting things done. It’s not my first time on this rollercoaster, so I know it takes some patience and time.
That doesn’t make it any less frustrating.