Originally published November 4, 2014
I’m not angry anymore. And therein lies my problem.
You see, for years I’ve been espousing the importance of being positive, confronting Parkinson’s and the challenges it has brought my way. Putting my best foot forward, remaining optimistic, retaining a sense of humour. Most health care providers, literature, on- line resources and fellow Parkies will tell you the same thing.If you’ve been a regular or even occasional reader of this blog before you will likely recall a post or two that did this very same thing. I may not be a pollyanna but I have come to appreciate the benefits of a sightly more positive approach.Why even last month, with the help of a few fellow Parkies, I detailed the “good things” PD has brought into our lives!
So, have I suddenly turned bitter and disenchanted? Abandoned this emphasis on positivity? Not at all. I’ve just been thinking of late that I need to get a little more anger in my life…to stoke up the proverbial “fires of discontent”…motivate me to be more active and engaged.
Well, perhaps not that angry but you get the idea I hope.
Not to do so will result in an increasingly insular life and this, for me, is not a good thing!
I must confess that, as much as I still trumpet a positive approach to living with PD, I have many moments when I am extremely challenged to be positive. When I’m tired or overly stressed.When I struggle to do things that used to be routine. When I react inappropriately to something my kids have done or said. When I’m having a particularly bad day physically. On such occasions, I need to endeavour to do better.
And, on such occasions I will try.
But, for the rest of the time, I’m going to be mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!