I never thought it would happen to me.
Each day I carry on with life, the ups and the downs, the fun times and sometime the sad moments.
I’ve recently recognized that I have been pushing myself for nearly twenty years to achieve more with my life, to challenge who I am and to push my personal development. I am forever in pursuit of new skills and perpetually creating new personal projects alongside my career ambition.
Never satisfied. Never living in the moment…
And then I was sick.
It crept up on me as I was camped at home due to the pandemic, carrying on with my personal life and work.
I thought the breathlessness was a sign that I needed to be fitter. I thought the fatigue and headaches were a symptom of my middle age ( I am 51 years old) and perhaps a glass of wine too many on the weekend.
It didn’t take long from when I finally listened to the advice, to go and see the Doctor, for tests and ultimately a diagnosis. There was little doubt in turns out…
I have decided, retrospectively, to write down my thoughts and feelings on this personal journey from this point in my life and for whatever is in my future. I think this will help me with my own anxiety through this time and perhaps it might help others who follow.
I don’t know were this journey will go as I don’t know for sure myself yet…