I leave for treatment on Thursday. It seems to have come upon us quickly in that slow agonizing kind of way. I am the kind of person that once I have my mind made up, I am set and I am ready. When I have to wait it is pure agony for me.
I know that good things come with waiting. I have been able to spend good quality time with my family and my friends. This weekend we had family photos taken and I was able to take my son’s senior portraits (what an honor!) I have been able to make my list and not only check it twice, but a good nineteen times at this point.
With the time I have had since being accepted into treatment and actually leaving I believe will be three weeks. It has been a long, tiring, draining three weeks. I have attempted to get “caught up” work wise, but alas, this does not seem like it is going to be one of the things that is going to be checked off my list.
And that is one thing I am learning. I am trying, really hard, and I am doing the best that I can. And that’s the best that I can do. I am fighting through horrible side effects due to withdrawal from one medication and side effects from another new medication. Then there’s stress that causes the body to breakdown it’s personal shields and cold season, and oh so much fun.
But, I am a fighter. This journey will probably be the hardest one I have ever chosen to take, but I am going to muscle through each and every foot step of it, perhaps not with grace and certainly not always with a smile on my face, but I will do it and it will be worth it in the end.