A Feel Better Life
Sometimes something happens that just shakes you up.
I’m 52 years old. Four years older than my mother was when she died of breast cancer. Six years younger than my dad was when he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Two years older than my little sister, who was diagnosed with breast cancer this spring.
Life is ridiculously short. And we get one chance at it. That’s been highlighted for me in the last couple of months and I’ve had a lot of time to think about how I’m going to live the back end of my own life.
Two years ago, when I turned 50, I realized that I just didn’t feel good.
I wasn’t sick. I just — wasn’t great, either. And then I was diagnosed with ADHD, which felt like the clouds parting and a revelation landing on my head.
Okay, I thought. This is what’s been wrong all my life. Now, I’m ready to feel better. And because I’m me, I came up with a plan. The Feel Better Project was born.
Some things I tried, in the effort to feel better, worked. Some didn’t. But I haven’t felt particularly better in the last two years. In fact, in many ways, I’ve felt worse.
