The journey beneath her heavy feet
The journey and the lessons
I have come a long way in life; I’ve realized that I have been my own biggest critic and that hasn’t been good for my mental health. I was angry at my diagnosis, something I couldn’t escape – something I felt so happy to find out and thought I could just be cured of it completely, but that wasn’t the case. But I learned that positivity is important to get through tough times. Without positivity you have no hope and without hope you have no motivation, nothing to fight for. Those words run in a circle there, connected by force. Just as negativity is followed by depression and depression leads to lack of motivation and so on.
The power of positivity
When I learned the power of positivity, I learned to accept myself. I learned to not feel ashamed of narcolepsy instead to represent it. I became proud Now when somebody asks me if I was up late with the kids or ask if I’m ok when they see me falling asleep briefly, I tell them I have narcolepsy… even if I never like the responses I receive because of their lack of awareness. I don’t tell them to be pitied, I don’t want them to feel bad for me. I tell them because I represent narcolepsy, I represent its awareness and existence. I’m not ashamed anymore. I see it as my symbol of strength, my badge of courage, and my heart of determination.
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