Each day has been a try for me. Each day.
I remember when I came home from the hospital, well even going back to when I was in rehabilitation. It was hard to get up and try. I felt such defeat. How did I go from an ear infection to ICU? The impact that it had on my body was so overwhelming. Defeating. But there was a team at rehabilitation that had no "no" in them. So, I had to get up whether I wanted to or not.
Each day I had to attend strength class, practice walking with the bars or simply practice sitting down on a bed and getting off of a bed. It was so hard.
When I came home I had ADA equipment to help maneuver around my home. I had therapy. I had doctor's appointments. And I was hurting. I was probably more hurt mentally than I was physically. Most days I was out of it. Fortunately, I had a little fight in me. Add to that my sons' persistence and my PT showing up with expectations, each day I began to try more.
Trying doesn’t have to mean producing something impressive or finishing something big. Sometimes trying looks like opening a journal and writing one sentence. Sometimes it looks like sitting quietly and letting the thoughts pass without forcing them into order. Effort matters, even when the outcome feels small.
When I started PT, I'd be so exhausted. My therapist encouraged me to keep going or to take a break when I needed it. For me trying includes having accountability. If I had to complete PT on my own, I wouldn't have done it. My intrinsic motivation was in the negative. 📉
There is value in choosing to engage with life in gentle ways, calling a friend, laughing when you can, returning to something you love even briefly. Kind of like me writing this blog series. These moments don’t erase grief, but they remind me that joy still exists alongside it. Trying is not about pushing through pain; it’s about staying connected to yourself while you heal.
"If at first you don't succeed dust yourself off and try again." - Aaliyah
No comments:
Post a Comment
We will respond to your message within 48 hours.