Anyone who has COPD or any illness that keeps them somewhat homebound, knows the blues – that feeling that you seem to be alone in the world, missing out as the world seems to be rolling on by – and it is, can be a most miserable feeling.
Then when you have it gather in unison with the holiday blues – you know the moments you again seem alone, missing the wonders of holidays past and those no longer here to make new holiday memories with – you can surely get into a most miserable state if you let it.
And so do I know this evening as I fight that emotional roller coaster that comes with that meeting in unison of the COPD and Holiday Blues, I also know I am probably not alone – but yet it is still a miserable feeling to be having to fight.
My wonderful spirit mate for life for which they call my wife would be a help I know, but again she is doing what needs to be done to help keep above the many medical payments due and is working once again – and her devotion to helping to take care of me as a partner in life does give me that moment of light from the darkness that seems to be sleeking through the cracks of life today.
Sure I have a couple of kids and a handful of grandkids, but they have their lives and one set do often seemingly forget that I even exist it seems, while the other just gets so busy as a Mom of four and all the activities that go with it.
My Dad and siblings all are at least a 3-4 hour drive away – and my Mom (gone now for 7 years), well her love of Christmas and all that goes with it is so missed.
Maybe it’s because I am watching the always outstanding Christmas performances by the ‘Mormon Tabernacle Choir’ and the ‘Celtic Woman’ – both which would be musical thrills for my late Mom.
But yet while the music makes me miss so much of the holiday buzz when family was so much closer and together, the music is also giving me great joy and a reminder of the hope, faith, peace, love and grace of the Christmas season.
So the door is open, my boots are on and my booted feet are giving a swift kick to the COPD/Holiday Blues as I press them outward away from my emotions and evening.
Yep, I do feel better as I vented – took a couple of deep, concentrated breaths and rekindled the light of hope, faith, peace, love and grace that are represented by the total Christmas experience.
So do you fight the COPD blues? Do you fight the Holiday Blues? Do you find yourself fighting them together?
If you do then pick up the phone and call a friend or family member – have a hot chocolate with mini-marshmellows – or get on the computer and share with others for sharing with others is always good – by sharing we all will learn the minimum fact that ‘we are not alone walking this path of COPD’.
As always – if you or anyone you know have any symptoms involving lung and breathing functionality, and they linger over and over while disrupting a lifestyle – then please ask questions and get it checked out.
Remember always that without breathing a person is without life itself.
With that I bid to all – smiles, prayers, blessings and steady breathing – Mr. William.
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