My name is Syd and I’ll be your tour guide on this wild ride you’ve joined me on through my musings about the world and moaning about my daily travails. Thanks for being here. I’ll try to be worthy of your time.
This blog has been a long time in the making and is still, obviously, in the very early stages of development. Eventually I’d like it to be a place where I spark discussion relating to issues concerning the disability community and the obstacles those with disabilities face on a day to day basis. But for the time being it’s going to serve another purpose.
Every week, or as often as I can bring myself to do it, I am going to be writing about my life and my issues as they occur for me, as a person with a disability. Seeing as this is my blog about disability I think it’s only fair and reasonable I use it to deal with issues that I’m having and possibly gain feedback from someone who stumbles across this page.
All that being said, I do not intend for my posts to become one giant “woe is me” pity party. Frankly I don’t have much room in my life for pity. Although I do think that over the past few months I’ve been engaging in the closest thing to a pity party I’ve ever encountered, albeit without my knowledge or express permission.
I’ll go into greater detail later, as this post is already longer than I’d intended, but as an overview- in the last nine months I have graduated college, moved home, gotten married, moved in with my new husband and begun the post graduate job search. As if all of that is not enough (I’ve even learned to cook) I have also been dealing with several ongoing health issues and waging war with multiple government entities.
And somewhere along the way of all this change, I began to get overwhelmed. It happened slowly, quietly. Until it had crept up on me and begun to bury me in a sense of failure and disappointment. I was left withouth the drive or desire to even get out of bed. Even worse, surrounded by the support of friends, family and church, I was unable to ask for the help I needed because I am so unused to asking for help.
But I have decided to try. I want to feel better and I want to be better, for the people that love me, but even more for myself. There is so much I want to accomplish in life and I’ve wasted enough time. So with the help of my support system and having a place to express my thoughts and feelings (enter you, my dear reader) I begin this journey.