Well, have not posted in a long time...and it can't be that I have nothing to say...lol
I had the worst day since I had my aneurysm just the other day. I used to scrapbook and card make...a lot. The third bedroom in our home was dedicated to the paper, pens, embellishments, tools, machines and all the other things that go with it. Since my SAH, I have no desire to partake in this hobby any more...none, zero, zip.
I decided it was time to get rid of it all and make this a bedroom again. I got in the door and started moving things around. I found a mother's day card with a gift card inside...I don't remember it being given to me. At that point all was lost. I cried for the entire day and have not been back up there.
I think perhaps the chunk of time that is missing is greater than I thought. I think perhaps I got wrapped up in saying goodbye to the old me (whom I liked a lot). I am still sad about that day and am a little afraid to go back up there again. I cannot explain it...I don't have words for how I felt that day.
Has anyone else had this happen? How did you cope, and did it change the way you thought of yourself?