Friends, I looked at the calendar and still can’t believe it’s already in August.
Waaaaay back in January, when I posted about Louise Gornall’s wonderful book, I didn’t know that two days later I was going to become very, very ill. I hadn’t been feeling well for several months. The later part of 2016 was a slide into my anxiety and panic disorder, all of it compounded by knowing something was wrong and not being sure what that something was.
A gallbladder is something you never think about until you have to. Mine decided it was going to poison me. The surgery to remove it was delayed. I continued to get sick. Once it was gone though, I started to get better.
Sometimes it takes a really painful, frightening moment to make you take stock of things.
Without going into all the details, I have put my health first this year. Mental, physical, spiritual, creative. I made some massive changes, and it’s led to me finding an overall positive headspace. Twenty-five years of anxiety disorders and chronic pain because of a traumatic neck injury and all that comes with living amid those issues don’t go away overnight. But the care I’ve given toward working on them has honestly made a difference. I’m in an upswing.
I’m writing, and I’m having fun while writing. Mysterious things. Murdery things. Witches and folklore and trapdoors and swamps. There are more stories coming. So sit tight and hang on. You’ll hear more soon.