It's hard to describe what ran through my head the day of diagnosis but it was a mixture of shock, anxiety, disbelief, anger, fear, helplessness, loneliness, devastation & dread.
The distressed wreck on the floor was me & I didn't know how to begin to cope.
Overwhelmed is an understatement & I remember thinking how unfair life felt, you see I've never been fortunate enough to have had good health & have battled mental illness for most of it, I have always worked hard to pay my way in life but don't have the luxury of savings, I've lost many close loved ones through death so don't have a vast network of support; I'm a caring, empathic person who often helps others before myself, so why wouldn't the universe give me a break instead of throwing something else at me.
Oh & did I mention my dog died!
Would make a great country song wouldn't it?
My beautiful furry companion of 11 years had left me; I was, & still am, more than broken.
