Yup. Life continues. How crazy a phenonmenon! To have been so quickly, so easily "lights-out." I knew, we know, life is precious but to take and HAVE the time to reflect upon this scenario is wild.
I would not have known taking my last breath.
I was gaining pride in my body at 36 (finally), foolishly and highly critical of belly fat, fueling my need to exercise. I was settling into my house, painting, gardening and even researching building a new home--shipping container or straw bale. I had made sacrifices for my relationships, I had stopped teaching month long EMT courses in Seattle area, shortened climbing trips or planned them with my radical partner, even put some solo or bigger lady expeditions on the back burner. At the end of last summer season, I was contemplating quitting the climbing ranger position, in part due to the sogginess of my romantic relationship, as well as, my personal/vocational goals.
Life continues to evolve. Here we are now.
Hindsight is a muther truckin beotch. I should not have driven to Yosemite, I should-coulda changed many behaviors in the month prior to my accident. I should have stood-up, spoken up and listened up to myself. I still feel like an idiot, a selfish- driven- fool, and now an unattractive cripple! Yea, I am fully aware how lucky I am....but my trauma is my own, as silly as it seems. Same as whatever you got going on, its all yours as mundane as it may be. No one can take it away or diminish it. The questions is, how do we deal with it? How do we move on?
I don't have the answer to these questions. I also don't feel like I get a free pass because of my continuous emotional and physical pain....I should still try hard.
Yup. I am negative. Yup. I am in pain. Yup. I can't feel when I have to pee or my legs....aside from the constant dissociative nerve pain. Yup, I can't run in the mountains like I used to. I can still make a mean banana bread, skunk you in a game of cribbage, engage in a meaningful conversation, support loved ones, enjoy wine and sunsets, paddle board, kayak, and bike across wilderness. I can do things. I just hope that I haven't isolated myself from too many people with my negative attitude. I get so pissy when people ask, "you live alone?" or when they stare or call me inspirational for wheeling on a dirt path.
We are all dealing with something. Who I am to judge? If only I could transpose that thought into my undesirable self-image or my feeling like a failure. True friendships and relationships, with others and ourselves, go beyond the physical realm. So easy to say, I knew this before...but clearly wasn't putting valuable time and effort there. How do we treat ourselves with compassion? Truly?