More Better

All of a sudden, it feels like there are things happening to me. I don’t believe in that crap about manifesting the “you” that you want to be or however that mantra goes, but I seem to be doing and trying more things. A friend of mine (Hi Margaret!) invited me to go to a David Sedaris concert with her next month. I’m also supposed to start therapy with the parakeet lady next week. I signed up to go on an afternoon coffee thing with some other women next weekend, despite my fear of meeting new people.

I also sort of made a new friend, online. I read a post by her on Facebook describing the loss of her child and I really thought for a moment that I had written it. Her son was medically complex, with a genetic disorder. She talked about feeling like she used to love her life and now her life is empty. She talked about her guilt and her anger and anxiety. Wow.

It turns out my new friend runs a virtual support group for grieving moms of medically complex children. It’s just getting off the ground and she invited me to join. I’m very happy to find that group.

It’s spring, and it’s good to feel hopeful. Or at least less angry, less sad, less guilty. More better.