As most of you know from my main blog, I tend to stay pretty busy. On any given day I have at least one homework assignment due, DIY project I would like to accomplish, customer’s alteration to get done, studying for the next Bible Study and making time to go out in service. Plus, all the day to day task’s that come with being a wife, mother and caregiver to an Alzheimer’s patient. I feel guilty when I am idle for more than a few days at a time. I also feel guilty when my home is not clean and I am not doing enough with my family. I am a bit (ok, ok, more than a bit) of a perfectionist. I also must admit that I am a control FREAK, Which is defiantly not one of my best qualities. I like being able to make my family happy by “fixing” whatever is ailing them. Well, I am finding out that there are things, wait for it…I cannot control.
Attention Deficit Disorder,
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder
And the one that scares me the most.
See all the other’s we, as family, are getting through. It is rough at times. I have to train myself every day to change the way I deal with everyday situations because the other person my see things differently than I do. Mr. Wolf has Schizoaffective Disorder, Which means that I cannot come in like a bull in a china shop with him. My daughter has ADD while my son has ADHD. My mother in law has Alzheimer’s. Those I have learned to cope with. I think of my home as a perfect clinical experience for the psychology degree I am studying for. But MS. Now that is a whole different ball game. Because what happens when the person who takes care of everyone else, now needs to be taken care of?
I do not know the answer to that question. Heck, it is not even known if I actually have MS. Only time and way too many tests will answer that question. This blog is to share not only my stories but stories of other strong women who are suffering from invisible illness, that get up every day, and put everyone else first. A place to show other’s, that you are not alone. I may have guest bloggers from time to time. My hope is that through my trials and tribulation with both physical illness and mental illness that another women journey may be made easier. Please feel free to leave comments. I want everyone to feel comfortable and at ease. We are all in this together. As 1 Timothy 5:2 says “…older women as mothers, to younger women as sisters…”