This should be happy times (and it is) minus the few things that get in the way. Food, scents, pine, off gassing new clothes, off gassing new gadgets, wine, weather, and the list goes on and on.
It can be isolating, mind-boggling, and truly a test of self.
- No I am not crazy, your scent (that does smell lovely) ruined the rest of my evening.
- Your food looks delicious… but I just ate (lie).
- Oh my gosh, I love this new sweater, but I will have to wash it first and maybe a few more times before I can actually put it on.
- Oh I don’t drink (but I certainly could use one, two, or the whole dang bottle right about now).
- You made Gluten free for me – why thank you but does it have flax, cavassa, rice…. preservatives, flavoring… (my epi is in my purse).
The season is over. The food is gone, the scents well on their way out, the pretend is over, and I lived through it one more year – hooray. No one knows that I was on prednisone just to get through, my head was spin just to dodge every bullet, and my heart was in disarray as I wonder why, why is this the way it is…. doesn’t make sense, its real, I don’t deserve this, but all the while knowing it is here and I am not the only one this is happening too.
So, here’s to 2025: a year of new help, new mast cell stabilizers, new hope, and new support.
