Living with CMT, Day 13,846
Got a shout out over at ChronicBabe today in the blog carnival, hurrah! Other great links to articles about favorite self-care tools and techniques. Cool stuff. For me, I found a metaphor today.
Some days the CMT is a poodle on a leash, a small thing really. I can feel it tugging at my life and I may look and say I see you, what a good little thing you are in the hope that it will stay quiet and docile.
Then some days the CMT is a great dane. Big, heavy, large paws padding alongside me and I just hope it doesn't decide to lie down and take a nap because there is no way I can drag that dog with me. I slow down. Pay attention. Ask what it needs.
And then . . . then, some days the CMT is a wolf. Fierce. Wild. I can barely understand it at all. Scary. And I stop. Move slow. Ask it to be kind. Hope for the best. And let it take the lead. I feel small and fragile beside its power.
Better get myself to bed. Or I'll wake up with the wolf tomorrow. Today was a busy, great-dane sort of day.