The past several days I have been pretty quiet. Even my email pals will attest to my "funk" for about a week, when I hardly would answer emails at all.
For some reason (hormones?) the 16-month mark hit me particularly hard. I can't even say exactly why, as it isn't a particularly notable landmark. I think the realization of it all just overwhelms me sometimes, that I am to remain in this world, without being of it, and without even being "normal" (whatever that is) while I'm here.
Recovery has dramatically slowed and there are few areas of notable progress now (though I did well on my first attempt on a slow treadmill at therapy this week). We have dropped occupational therapy due to ongoing lack of advancement there. I guess the reality that I have likely about maxed out is hitting hard. I met a lady 10-years post-stroke this week and she is only a little better off than I am right now. Pain levels are becoming progressively more intense too, so I think that attributed to my cocooning myself, relationally.
Dear friends, I urge you, as aliens and strangers in the world, to abstain from sinful desires, which war against your soul - 1 Peter 2:11 (KJV)