Be U: Not Alone

Coming for the Real You.

I'm hoping to share thoughts, fun and insightful information and aha moments with all to better serve ourselves and the universe.

My background is that of Executive Secretary for the local Electric company (11 years).

Certified Personal Trainer (since 1991) and Fitness Consultant for my own company, Beachin Bodies (6 years) and certified in Reiki and Nutrition with training in Cranial Sacral work, Tai Chi, and Meditation. Certified as a Professional Life Coach (2015); Minister at Universal Life Church (2016);

and, possibly, most important,

my own journey through illness and avenues, roads and roadblocks that I have taken to find the real me. (35 plus years).

The me that I was born as. The me that is the all-knowing. I believe the search is endless and we are here to learn and to love and to share it all.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Not Alone

I realize I have really special people in my life and around me and the spirit of them always available. I know these people want me to heal and be happy and find my way. I FEEL their support, love and encouragement.

I am still doing one brave thing and one fun thing a day. The brave thing seems easier to me still. I'll be glad when the fun thing is easy too.

Two days ago I ran up the driveway (looong driveway) in the rain. What fun! I've danced a little belly dance; I've ran after my dogs; I've gone out to lunch on a whim; I've driven with the windows down and the music blasting; I've done some free weights; and I've gone to a play.

With everyday life and responsibility, I find the brave things just come. Going to do an errand I've been putting off; walking the dog when I know I will have to pull multiple ticks off him; talking to someone about something I've been putting off; accomplishing a task that is not a favorite of mine. I also went to the doctor for a cancer scan. When I go to the dentist, this will be a big, brave accomplishment! With my tiny mouth because of my tight skin, the dentist chair is not a place I strive to be. I actually dread it. My legs have been up in the air and tears running down my face. Not from the pain inside of my mouth; but from the pulling on my cheeks to get inside. Ugh. (enough of that)

All simple things, but for me, brave and/or fun none-the-less. Just going to the grocery store, which has always been a least favorite of mine, is now a bit harder because of my inability to pick things up with one hand easily or at all.

I am noticing the tasks in and outside of the house can be harder or impossible because of my hands. Opening a jar, opening a water bottle, pulling the hose, holding a glass - the most simple basic things... Not so simple.

AND, I know it could be worse. I believe we all live with something we'd rather not live with. This is mine; for now. I know I am not alone. This gives me strength, peace, support and a gratitude so deep ALMOST nothing else matters.

Thank you wonderful people for your support, encouragement, love, and smiles. Thank you for sharing your life, no matter how small, with me. And, the people who share their whole selves with me, WOW. Thank you. How lucky I am.

May you not be alone when you want people around you today. You have the power to make this happen, always.

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My Past Story

The first thing I would always tell a new doctor was 'my dad left me when I was 10'. He just disappeared, ran away. It was pretty awful for me. I thought it was my fault as most kids sometimes do. I thought I was unlovable. Years later, 20 maybe, I realized it wasn't just that my dad left me that affected my life, but also that my mom stayed. She stayed and I'll be forever grateful. However, her staying wasn't all peaches and creme. She was so hurt, so distraught, so frightened to raise three kids on her own and find a job that it was very hard for her to be there for me and my needs. I chose to shutdown, be quiet and try not to make it any harder on her as to not ask for much, or voice much, or need much.

Years later, in 11/12th grade, I noticed my fingers being really cold and hurting all the time. I noticed them turning purple and the pain was very 'loud'. Humorously enough, I had chosen to be a secretary and typing was a big part of my everyday. I loved it even. Fingers flying across the keyboard with as little mistakes as possible was the goal. I was pretty good at it. While in typing class, I remember putting my hands on my neck to try to warm them and make them feel better. I was naive enough then to think this must be happening to everyone.

Anyway, years went by and nobody was able to tell me why this was happening or what to do to make it better. Then, approximately 4 years later, I remember (what I felt) was little me sitting across from a really big doctor at his really big desk and him telling me I was allergic to myself. Of course, this was him describing to me what auto-immune meant. I had a disease called scleroderma and it could kill me (sometimes in as little as five years) and I would most likely be on medicine and have it for the rest of my life and there was nothing to change it.

Anyway, almost 30 years later, I've had my share of pain and I'm alive. I've had ulcerations on my fingers and I have lost most of my nails on both hands from lack of circulation and producing too much collagen. My hands are somewhat not a pretty sight and to hit something with one of my fingers by accident (well, I refer to the feeling as 'going to the moon).

When I was about 30, I started looking at alternative medicine and I tried anything that came across my path to try to stop the pain. I have tried many normal and not so normal 'ideas'. I sometimes do not believe at what lengths I went to try to ease my pain and suffering!

This is what has brought me here to this point in my life.

I'm grateful to be able to learn so much about myself and life and I wouldn't take it back (well, some days I might want to).

Something was telling me to blog. I really didn't know much about blogging - I am still a novice at best. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I sat at my computer and started typing.

I am surprised at where my blogs have led me. I thought I was trying to help others and that still is a big goal of mine. However, what I am finding out is that this is a great outlet for me.

A way to feel like I'm doing something. I told a friend this morning about my blog and I said that it's draining because I put everything out there and do not hold back as I post each individual blog; its fun because it does give me an outlet and I feel a little purpose in my life; and it's scary because I don't want anyone laughing at me or telling me that I am completely 'off my rocker'!