I always thought the saying “One day at a time” generally applied to those in a recovery program, but recently it has been echoed in my conversations among friends and family.
Death is a funny thing. The impacts on your soul can hit you like a mac truck or sneak up and surprise you. Everyone handles the effects differently. There is no right or wrong way to feel or cope with it.
You all know I lost my brother last month. This month I lost one of my favorite men, my Uncle Steve. He battled cancer for two short months. He was always so loving, kind, understanding, and a pleasure to be around always. I am angry, I am sad, I am overwhelmed, I am heartbroken if I am really being honest.
Taking it hour by hour is where I am surviving and that is ok. It is working. I think this moto is applicable to anyone going through any dramatic event or stressful situation.
Stress creates a scattered brain. Knowing how to manage that is half the battle to begin healing. Breathe, take a moment, make a list, share with others you need support, and try. By try, I mean go for a walk, call a friend, put nice clothes on, or do something productive.
In the end, be kind, you never know what someone else has on their plate.
