I took an hour long walk on the beach today, and though it may not sound like much, I remember crying on the couch 8 months ago wishing I could take a single step without pain.
I had hit physical rock bottom. My body was against me and after a year and numerous specialists no-one had made a correct diagnosis.
I was depressed and felt like I couldn’t go on anymore. I had accepted that my life would be a home-bound one and that pain would be my norm.
Fast forward 2 months I was post op but recovery was painstakingly slow. I had setbacks and many a breakdown. Still depressed and still in pain.
Today, I managed to walk for an hour! On the beach no less!! I still have pain, but my body is healing. I still have bad days, but they’re becoming less. I still wake up down, but I can turn it around.
It took 18 months for me to get this far, wherever you are in your journey. DON’T GIVE UP!!