Summertime should be a time of fun and laughter. Not usually for me or my family. It gets so hot in ILLINOIS, that my husband to whom works outside all day on barges, gets absolutely exhausted and I worry about him. I have PTSD, from sexual abuse, and summertime is worse for flashbacks, because that’s when a lot of it happened. My oldest daughter has health issues, and it seems that when she should be enjoying the sun, she has to go through another surgery. My youngest daughter, well, she’s young and trying to survive in our horrible economy.
In the past, I wouldn’t be able to function hardly at all. I wouldn’t get up early and exercise, I would mope around unable to smile. Since, it doesn’t get any easier, I’ve learned to cope. Not pretend troubles don’t happen, just realize that life wasn’t intended to be easy, it was intended for you to look at the glass half full. I now look at my husband, my daughters and my granddaughter, and tell myself to keep fighting. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Life is what you make of it. Sure, I get aggravated and angry at times, cry, yell at the idiot driver next to me. That doesn’t mean my life sucks, it means that life is life. You go through the shit, and keep trudging on.
Another thing, since I am almost 48 years old in September, I will no longer try to please everyone, and change myself to do it. I am me, take me or leave me. I will speak my mind. Hopefully I remember to do it with respect, but I am not going to take any crap off of anyone. I was a door mat for a long time, not any more.
Be true to you. Be respectful and loving. Help when your able. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t, and don’t let anyone change you or your personality. God made you unique, and He didn’t mean for anyone to change you!!!!