When you wind up taking paddles to the face (or to the chest), it takes a lot out of you.
And I mean “a lot out of you” when I say that it takes a lot out of you.
I had enough strength to claw my way out of the darkness, back to my babies, although I did have some unexpected help. I’ll get to that in subsequent posts as I’ve had the time to process the gravitas of an NDE.
But I will say that the process of coming back from that, something that some people just can’t do in spite of their strength, is exhausting. You have to give yourself time to heal and to rebuild strength, which is precisely what I have been doing with the help of a great support network in person and online. I have people who have made it abundantly clear that they care about me, doing the things that need to be done so that I can rest and recuperate, and I remain ever thankful for that. I continue to rebuild strength and am feeling better.
As a matter of fact, I feel like I’m feeling better by the day right now. It’s a process, but an exhilarating one.
