You’ll get there …
20 years. That’s how long it took me to talk about the Alzheimer’s. I never thought I’d get passed it. I never thought there would be a day when I wouldn’t cry.
When the calendar turned to 2016, it hit me that in April it would mark 20 years since my mother passed. 20 fucking years of feeling sorry for myself. 20 fucking years to being scared to live. 20 fucking years wasted.
Not being one to make New Year’s resolutions because I think they set people up to fail, I set the first one of my life: I would tell my story. I would stop holding myself back. I would help others. And now, by starting this blog, I’ve accomplished all three.
Alzheimer’s destroyed my family. It chewed us up and spit us out to hobble around, trying to make sense of it. It’s a hard thing to recover from, much harder than anyone realizes until they (God forbid) experience it for themselves.
Alzheimer’s is cruel and unforgiving. It’s a mother fucker. But it turned me into the person I am today: strong, empathetic, caring. It took me two decades to get here, but I’m here. It changed me for the better, and change never happens overnight.
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