Signing on for first time in blog!
The first anniversary of my stroke is coming up quickly--April 30th--and I am full of very mixed emotions. This year has gone so quicky, and while in some ways it feels like the stroke never happened, in other ways, it is all-consuming. While the physical symptoms continue to disappear, the emotional ones seem to keep me on my toes. I've felt everything this past year. . .anger, depression, anxiety, joy, humility, embarrassment, fear, dread, jealousy, hopelessness, hopefulness. . .you name it, I've felt it.
Going back to work was the single worst thing that has happened to me since stroking. I've heard everything from, "I'm glad it's you not me," to "Get over yourself," to my boss basically blaming my blood clots on my "not having a positive attitude," and the HR genious (??) telling other managers behind my back that all the fast food I ate caused the stroke. I'm crying now just thinking about all the insensitivity I've experienced and the ignorace of others. I don't think I've ever felt so alone in my life as I have the past 11 months.
But, I know I was spared for a reason, and God must have some great plan for me--because He surely didn't spare me to go back to my horsepoop marketing job peddling propaganda to poor saps who believe my product is the best for them. I feel like such a liar in my job, and by getting others to "drink the Kool-aid," I feel even worse. I guess I should just be thankful that I'm functional enough to go back to work full time, but I don't. I want to do something that means something. I know this seems so cliche for someone who's been through a life-altering experience, but I can't stand that I've gone back to the same robot I was pre-stroke.
By the way, Happy Easter. . .
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