Evening, July 18, 2022

Evening, July 18, 2022

I am able to move and use my arm more and more. I work it daily, pushing the range of motion, stretching out the tautness and attempting to build back muscle. My leg, however, seems to be in stalemate. Not getting worse, but not improving either. I am unable to walk correctly. I hobble around, especially without shoes, and I struggle to descend the stairs.

I hope that one day it will all improve. I keep reminding myself I saved my arm. I could have lost my elbow and use of my hand. I was brave. I am proud of myself for facing the surgery, as this is no easy task.

I dislike limitations. I dislike hearing I can’t do something from someone, some thing, or from my own body. I also dislike when random men message me and act creepy. Blocked. And when I allow myself to raise my voice at my daughter. Stopped. All in a Monday.

I feel a lightness about me. If I equated myself to water, I would be a small stream gently flowing. I’m at ease and peaceful. I love the quiet, the silence. Sometimes more than others; this is one of those times.

Wherever you are, I hope you can find a moment of silence. Even if it is just a few minutes, and even if you have to struggle and force yourself to sit quietly and breathe. Silence is a friend that eventually reaps the reward of peace.

Sending love 💞,

Erin


Let me know in the comments what you are celebrating or struggling with today. ✨ 🙏

This is what happened to me: Surgery, Bones, and Building

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