Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Back at Work, And Trying to Celebrate

Hey loves!
I haven't written in a little while, probably because I'm still trying to figure out how I feel.  I'm back at work for the first time since my flare started three months ago, and it's been really tough adjustment.

To be perfectly honest, I don't feel ready to be back, but financially I need to be working, so back I am.   I'm better than I was even a month ago, but I'm still not feeling back to normal and I'm struggling physically and emotionally.  For instance, someone bumped into me yesterday and it winded me so much that I had to sit down after it happened, which was frustrating after a such a simple little bump.
Additionally, it was discouraging the other day when someone complained to a manager that I was using my phone, making the assumption that I wasn't using it for something recreational and not for work.  That's not who I am.  Just getting to work each day requires so much commitment and effort, that I'm not going to waste anyone's time once I'm there.  I was using my phone to take notes as I was learning new material.  I would have told them this if they had come to me about it, but instead they assumed they knew me and went straight to a manager to get me in trouble.  It's these assumptions that I'm really sensitive to right now, after facing something so difficult that no one really understands.
Even a few months ago, when I ventured to a work party, something scary emotionally as this was the first time seeing everyone since the hospital and scary physical because I was in pain and still weighted so little that a gust of wind could blow me over....there, in this vulnerable state, a coworker started badmouthing me behind my back.  He was making fun of my energy or voice or something.  After everything I had faced, he just needed to talk to me and I would share with him the struggle and agony that I have faced, and yet he assumed he understood and decided he was in a position to judge.

Of course that person and the cellphone person are not the majority, and I'm not always going to fall over when someone bumps into me.... but theses are the stories that play in my head when I'm having a rough day, adding the the countless number of reasons to give up, telling me that all of this is more than I can face.

So I wish I had glamor stories of being back to work and how it's felt like coming home and being given armfuls of puppies....but instead it's been another challenge to work through.  To prove how strong I am to people who assume less of me, and to work past how physically demanding it is so I can get paid enough to have a roof over my head and food to eat, if my body that day decides that it'll let me...
I wish this were even close to being the conclusion of my difficult journey but it's not.  It's another chapter.  One I plan to finish gallantly, no less, but still it's another battle to work through.

So that's how I am.  I'll improve physically, I have been a little each day.  And I'm grateful, still, to only have two stories of animosity in the face of what I am facing; there have been countless smiles and hugs and I know it's a fertile environment in which I can grow.  Perhaps my first step is going to be not letting the harsher voices get to me as much as they do.

With my honestly and transparency in my journey, it probably comes as no surprise that my goal is to be understood...but perhaps I should accept that there are some that don't want to know and won't allow themselves to learn about the lives of others.  And with such a big world full of so many artistic, unique, diverse and wonderful humans, it is truly their loss.  So I'll continue jouurneying forward, and hope their negative grumbles don't drown out the jovial cheers of the others.  It's a wonderful world, and I plan to enjoy it.

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