We, including the kids, all took a few years to walk through the pits of Hell, trying to learn how to all heal enough to do the right things and get along. It was a very difficult time. I had what I will always believe, was a nervous breakdown, all in the comforts of my own bed. I have Crohn’s, an autoimmune disease, and it flared up, causing depression and lethargy, dehydration and malnutrition, and I was finding it very difficult to cope. I slept all day, getting up sporadically to move around, and see the kids. I felt terrible, and I looked the part. Then, my senses started kicking in again, and I didn’t want to be in that damn bed. My boyfriend started buying me yogurt and baby food, and Ensure, and vitamin juices, and I slowly came back to the living. I started staying up more, and getting dressed, and as time went on, I got stronger, and more resilient. I was still in danger, but I was getting better.
Then, a gift came into my life, last June. A dear friend of mine insisted I see a woman reflexologist she had gone to. I knew immediately that this meant, hang up the phone, and make an appointment. I did so, and the next Thursday, I was getting a reflexology massage, and talking and listening to a remarkable woman. I felt so much better when I left. The wisdom this woman has shared, has strengthened all the parts that were so weak. It’s been almost a year now. Once a week. It’s the best therapy and reflexology I can imagine. I have so much less baggage than I did last June. She has allowed me into her private space, and I can email her, and I have done so everyday, several times a day usually. She will listen to the fluff, and comment on the serious, and always remains a diplomat. And then, I’m back for another massage. It is magical to me. It’s a circle that surrounds my life, and makes it easier to live in a calmer, softer, less stressful way. This regiment may seem to be for me alone, but it benefits my kids and my boyfriend as well, since I am in a far better frame of mind, and calmer to listen better, and not respond, leading to an argument. And it perks me up to have an appointment for me, every week.
