Poor Poor Pitiful Me

I recently joined a Neuropathy discussion group online and WOW. I am not alone. I never really thought I was really alone, but it's very easy to get wrapped up in your own minutia and garbage and feel like you are the only one on the planet who is suffering. I suppose depression adds to that feeling of loneliness and despair. Everything is magnified. But I am learning that there are thousands of people going through the same thing I am, and in some weird universe, it comforts me. I don't want anyone to suffer, mind you, but it gives me the sense that I don't have some obscure disease and no one knows how to treat it and my suffering is unique and more painful than others'. I want to be like one of those cancer survivors who made themselves better. I want to be proactive. Right now I am just letting it all happen to me. There's no cure for what I have, but surely there are things I can do to feel better. Deja vu - have I said this before? So I am taking baby steps and the first thing I am going to do is swim. The pool in my community just opened up. It's free. I don't relish the idea of trying on bathing suits, but I suppose no woman does, except maybe Kate Upton. My friend Traci  told me to get over it, get a suit and enjoy the summer. I need to get my kid out of the house too because she is not taking classes this summer. Let's see if I follow through. I am also going to try to blog more and hope it gets me motivated to write professionally again. My hands definitely hurt while typing, but I could make excuses the rest of my life and it never be discovered that I have something valuable and important to say to the world. See, this was a positive post. How will the next one be?