So I am reintroducing myself. I am a 50 year old who has had type 2diabetes since November 2008. I am managing it with metformin (500 mg 4 a day). My A1c's have been in the 6 ranges, although my next one is next month and I fear it will be higher as I have not been watching my diet, exercising or taking my blood sugars.
A lot has happened in my life recently: Our black lab dog died suddenly in November, my father-in-law died in December and my mother just died in June. I cared for her in my home from February till her death.
I have one daughter and she is going off to her second year of college in a few weeks. Now is my time for me. I do not know how to take care of myself as I have always been a caretaker for others and ignored myself.
I have anxiety, depression, PCOS, otosclerosis along with Metabolic Syndrome. Yikes! I could use some support and ideas on how to find myself and learn to love myself.
This sounds like a sob story and I guess it is. It is the truth.
WHew! You certainly have had a bad time of it recently...I am so sorry. But, congrats on your decsion to make time for yourself now. We are here for you..ask anything you need, or just rant and rave if you need to
Wow Marcia, what a trying time! I think your key words in the original post were "now is my time for me". Give yourself the same loving care you have given to others. I hope you can learn to enjoy being by yourself doing all things you've not had time for. And you now also have the freedom to launch a whole new social life. To be footloose at 50 - fabulous!
To Shanny, Pam, Jeremiah and Jen
Thank you so much for your kind words!
It will be hectic for me for a couple more weeks but then I plan on being a regular! I am getting my daughter ready for college, then will take her and then will be working on getting my mom's home ready for sale.
I have to say that I was surprised at the emotional rollercoaster my sisters and I rode when we wrapped up after our Mom died. We had a lot of great laughs, of course, but a few things really pushed us over the edge: Finding the little box that contained locks of our baby hair carefully tied in little ribbons was probably the topper - there wasn't a dry eye in the room (I'm tearing up now - sheesh!).