It’s slippery slope for me almost every day
Depending on where my life was, being alone would possibly be easier in many ways - yet way more difficult in others
I was able to take care of myself physically as soon as I got home - so that’s serious luck
But, my other dilemmas are elsewhere - nothing stopped. Not my bills, not people’s expectations of me, nothing changed - now I just have to drag my head at times - listening to shit, like “it’s all in your head” < yes, it literally is
I had to take a serious step back & stop listening to the chatter around me & just figure me out - when I came back home, it was literally like coming back from the dead - nothing seemed the same & still doesn’t. . . But, this is only me - no one else is on this journey with me - they get to spectate. . . It seems that the younger folk seem to get it the most - while adults are just like “glad you’re ok” < I am not ok(well, sorta - by my “now” standards)
I just got to speak with my wife’s friends daughters who were there when my hemorrhage happened. Their input was so different than what I expected. One is about 7, she just looked at me like I came back from the dead, the other one is about 12 - she said she just can’t process this, the other 16 - she said she knew something was wrong immediately by how I looked & my facial expressions. . . Yet, no adult thought much of it. . .
I suppose the only thing I can really say is that it sure grew me even a thicker skin than before - no one knows what’s going on inside of you more than yourself