Silver is Home

[silver]

Ladies, i still feel weepy today, but so much more hopeful for the amazing stories of recovery that you all have shared. I know that I have support network that will get me back.

Already I feel plans developing in my head on how to get past this.

thank you so much for being here for me.

elaine

[Bikingmomof3]

We are always here. Remember a lot of us are going through the rollar coaster of emotions, for various reasons, and so your feelings are very much understood. (((((HUGS)))))

[mary9761]

Silver, anxiety/depression can be and is a natural part of the healing process when you've had a severe injury. Part of it comes with the injury itself and then the realization/fear that your life may be changed forever. Let yourself feel the inevitable emotions that you WILL experience it's part of healing. When you are physically and emotionally ready you will come back stronger. Give yourself time, but don't do like I did when I was injured in 1988 when I fell down 13 steps and had 2 compression fractures in my back. I gave up on everything and wallowed in my depression. I lost over a decade of my life because I didn't think I would ever be able to do things/be physical again. (I used to dance for my exercise) I gained 150+ pounds and my physical health went downhill along with my mental health. I wish that I'd gotten on a bike years ago. It's been a long road back, but I'm healthier physically and mentally than I've been for a long time. I still have days that I think I might want to crawl back into the hole I dug for myself, but then I remind myself of where I've been and where I DON'T want to return.
We're here for you whenever you need us.
Mary

[margo49]

This might sound silly but when I was just after my (Terrible Tractor Near Death By Squashing) accident;
I would set aside an hour each day (11 am- 12 noon) and think all my sad and frightened thoughts.
It was in between the Morning Dr's Round and midday antibiotic infusion so I was sure of no interruptions. I continued the routine when I got home till I felt it was enough.
I would just lie there and let all the thoughts come and sometimes I would be angry as H*ll, sometimes I would sniffle quietly, whatever. The rest of the time I was all "GO" - visitors, meditation, visualisations, hospital routines, walking up to the helicopter landing area in the fresh air, etc etc
So I was ok most of the time and I also knew that I had that time to let go or get into it or however you want to call it.