My Road to Recovery

It has been more than a month since that painful incident in my life. Now when people ask how I am, I can respond with: I am better. My crying times have lessened and were converted to moments of sadness but I always tell myself that my time will come. I have accepted what happened and as some say, probably it wasn’t meant to be, yet.

Who and What helped me move on?

Dominique, my hubby. He is always the stronger one. He kept me sane during my insane moments.

Honey Tricia, my pet dog. She helps me be happy by just being with her. And believe it or not she knows how to console me.

Family and Friends. It always helps to have family and friends who support and genuinely care for you.

Prayer. I admit it took me awhile before I talked to Jesus about it. I know I must be bad. I did not blame Him but sort of questioned it.

Counting my blessings. I have started to list at least 5 blessings I thank for each day. I picked this up from an article I read about Oprah. This helps me focus on what I have and not on what I lack. I also helps me to have a positive outlook in life.

Travel and beach. I went back to Cagayan de Oro with Dom last May 10. He worked while I immersed myself in the city alone. We also went to Camiguin for my much needed beach trip. It is an awesome province and I wish I could have stayed longer in White Island.

I plan to join Dom in his upcoming business trips while I am still on vacation.

Being busy. To divert my attention and make use of my 60-day leave, I made a checklist of things to accomplish. These included finding a new home for us, a new Ob-Gyne, and other pending things.

Time. Time heals all wounds and hurts. I guess my time alone, thinking, reflecting healed me. I cannot be lonely forever.