Sometimes it is just physically moving my body that gets me through the day. Even when I don’t necessarily feel like getting up and walking, I do it anyway. It’s like I can’t help it. Luckily, it is such an ingrained habit, that I really don’t have to think about it. And these days it is even more important than ever. I have been feeling ‘off’ the last week or so. I attribute this to the fact that the third anniversary of my attack is coming up. And, possibly, because a friend of mine came very close to dying, Actually, she did die, and was resuscitated. This brings up such dark, negative, sad feelings. I don’t want to feel them, and yet, here they are. That’s why it is so vital that I move my body, even when I don’t want to. On some level, heck, every level, it is helping with my state of mind. I feel certain that I will get through this as long as I keep moving.
And keep in mind: