Yesterday I got a notice that my neurosurgeon is sponsoring a Cerebral Aneurysm Support Group meeting…tonight. I’m bummed that they’ve started this group after I left LA. The extent of my bummedness tells me that things are amiss with my psyche. I know I’ve written about this before, but I don’t think I ever allow enough credit to myself for what the aneurysm did to me and how it changed my life. I have always been so focused on getting back to “normal” (whatever that is!) that I ignore or deny or disregard feelings that maybe I should be more focused on.

I started to write about this yesterday and when it threatened to become a drippy drooly post, I erased it. But then I read Dooce’s post today on her continuing depression and I thought–shit, if I’m going to get drippy drooly, at least I won’t be alone.

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  • http://ratphooey.livejournal.com/ ratphooey

    Maybe there’s something local you could join?

    Or maybe you could start one.

  • http://theodicy.livejournal.com/ theodicy

    Hell no, write away.

  • http://mamawrites.livejournal.com/ mamawrites

    Sometimes if I write about those feelings, it allows them to fade away, instead of continuing to haunt the shadows of my brain.

    {{{hugs}}}

    And thanks for the link to the Dooce entry. I don’t usually read her regularly, but she does write amazingly well — and with such courage.

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