I woke up to a miracle this morning. For the first time in months, I woke up feeling somewhat…normal. My body was, for once, cooperating, functioning, not in pain, not in distress. It seems I may have, or, I hope I have, turned a corner in my healing. I just not entirely sure how or why it’s happened. My gut tells me—no pun intended—there was no one cause but finally everything I’d been desperately trying finally coming together.
I’d been taking my medications and supplements religiously. I’d been meditating day and night. I’d been hydrating continuously and practicing intermittent fasting. I’d been resting and doing things I enjoy. Then last night, I switched for just one meal to a low-residue diet and I think this, coupled with pure coincidence, was the last puzzle piece I needed.
My wife went off to work, so I spent my day and this new found energy doing a few of my favorite things: cleaning, collaging, drinking coffee, and catching up on the Science of Well-Being course. I did my best not to think about tomorrow, and for the most part I succeeded in simply being.
That isn’t to say today was a perfect day. I did have a migraine that would not subside without harsh medication, caffeine, complete darkness, and sleep sounds courtesy of the Headspace app. An hour like that fixed me right up and the rest of the day rolled on.
And now the day, for good or bad, is coming to a close. The sun is streaming through the western windows, bringing blistering heat that leaves me feeling heavy, suffocated, lazy, touchy. I anticipate the joys and trials of the day will fade into an uncomfortable eagerness to end the weekend and get on with what the work week will throw at me. I’ve had enough of rest. I’m ready to begin.