Letting Go

This is something that I just cannot do. It would be so much healthier for my emotional state if I could simply move on and let things go but there's always an incredibly strong voice in my head telling me how much better things were before and that it can happen again, even though there's a 0% chance. It seems so idiotic to keep wishing and wishing for something that's impossible, but how I feel right now seems impossible. We are creatures of habit, and when all structure changes we don't know how to react. This is where escapism comes in. I use this as a coping strategy, but it doesn't actually help me cope, it just delays the healing process. If I just ignore how I feel it seems to go away, but it only gets buried. And then PTSD comes in and I burst into tears at a certain smell or song, and it's extremely detrimental to my mental health. It's like carrying an emotional bomb that could explode at any point, and this becomes quite exhausting to maintain. I wish I could stand up and tell everyone how happy and ok I am after surviving, but it's not like that. I don't live every day like it's my last, I don't look in the mirror and think wow I'm so glad I have hair now, I don't constantly think of how lucky I am. But I wish I did. I wish I could. I'm completely aware that some people reading this will judge me as an unappreciative self-centered little girl who has no idea how much you would give to have a life after cancer, but I refuse to pretend anymore. Life after cancer is far from perfect, and someone needs to make this known, otherwise nothing will change.
This is why I'm going to channel more energy into my campaign for better psychological aftercare for cancer patients, so that we no longer have to sit in our bedrooms and store sadness inside because we're 'ungrateful'. Try living through unimaginable pain, toxic medication, physical debilitation and social exclusion, then you can tell me how lucky I am.

Sophie xo