Sometimes I feel paralyzed, psychically and energetically. It feels like a paralysis of my personal power, my will, my intestinal fortitude.
It feels like being caught in muck and mire and not being able to gather enough strength and power to actually accomplish something.
I have learned not to fight it. Fighting it only digs me in even more deeply.
The only thing that provides relief is Acceptance of what is.
But I would so love to be able to get through things I desire and truly need to complete!
These paralysis cycles grew more frequent as I fell deeper into Fibromyalgia's hallmark debilitating chronic pain, overwhelming exhaustion and brain-farts that leave me wondering if I am coming down with a case of Alzheimer's disease!
The worse I felt in the beginning of my Fibro journey, the less I could do--about anything. In fact, this experience literally drove me into early retirement from a much loved career.
It has been an exercise in acceptance and continuing to plod on--when I am able, and doing my very best to not pass judgment upon myself for the facts and experiences of this journey of mine, however I manage it.
There is a grieving process that cannot be circumvented. Nor will trying to get through this by "pinning on a stiff upper lip" or "puttin' on Big Girl Panties" get you anywhere but into deeper and longer suffering.
At first I was in horrific judgment of myself. I've always been able to push myself to do anything--even things I did not want to do.
Maybe this is why I have such trouble pushing myself much these days! I pushed myself a great deal all of my life, before Fibro. Perhaps this pushing is even a key element for my manifestation of Fibromyalgia.
I believe this is so.
At any rate, healing has come--healing of sorts, but not always in accomplishing that which I so desire to accomplish nor in the time lines I desire and sometimes by just having to abandon a goal, period.
Paramount is my letting be whatever is without slapping myself around for not being able to make circumstances and me be as I wish.
There is a consolation in successfully allowing all of this experience. The act of surrendering to "That Which Is" has provided immense relief and peace, a releasing of much suffering in this difficult, multidimensional and otherwise deeply painful experience.
Surrender...or suffer....Surrender or suffer... ???
Ha! Who wants to suffer?! Surrendering is much better!
But I still have much that I desire to complete.
For today, surrendering is enough. I am enough, exactly as I am, however I am. Accepting that I want things completed and I am unable to do it is enough, too.
Things will get done when they get done. This is perfect, exactly as it is.
Love and Hugs,
Barbara
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