The Writing and Photography Blog of Kevin J Sabo

Things around home are slowly returning to normal after the holidays.

Lynn is back at the bookstore for regular hours, and I’m catching up on e-mails and projects I have in the que. I’ve picked up another event to cover later in the month as well.

I’m also working on getting the house cleaned up and laundry caught up after the hustle and bustle of the last couple weeks.

As far as my mental health goes, I am feeling stronger for this time of year than I have been in quite some time. Physically, I still hurt, and am still nursing the injured wing. It’s irritating that I am feeling so good, but still hamstrung by injury. I just hope it resolves itself sooner rather than later.

I just wish my body and brain can get onto the same page. Over the last few years my mental health has been slowly improving to the point where I’m at least functional on my bad days, and damn near unstoppable on my good. Conversely, over the last few years where my mental health has been improving, my physical health has been in decline.

In the last couple of years I have had type 2 diabetes and hypertension thrown my way as well, and then this nagging shoulder injury from an accident a couple years ago.

I can’t complain too much, because for the most part the diabetes and the hypertension is under control, it’s just the shoulder that’s slowing me down. That being said, there’s not much I can do about it at the moment, except maintain the pain control, and hope I get some relief from the injection on the twenty-third.

Even with the aches and pains I can’t complain too loudly. I am not in a bad place. I’m working part time. I’m not in dire straights for cash flow thanks to disability. I am at a point in my life where I can push myself to be better, and do what I need to do live a life worth living.

The road has been hard, but everyday that passes by is another day I have put between me and my ghosts. Everyday that goes by another step forward in my healing.

I’m not cured. There is no cure. I cannot un-see the horrors that people have inflicted each other. I cannot forget the trauma I have seen or been through. I can’t change the genetics that course through my body.

What I can do is step forward, one step after another. I can share my story and fight the stigma. I can heal. I can look after me and those close to me.

Thanks for tagging along on my journey.

Kevin