Hey,
I'm 6 days post op and I came here to kind of find someone that is hurting in a sense as much as me.
It's easter, my family is very large and we have had dinners and lunches to attend all weekend (today is day 3 of 4). Today i lost it, I left my Mums with my water bottle underarm and as soon as I drove away i burst into tears.
I aswel in no way regret doing this, and i knew it would be hard but I never ever realised how much food plays a part in everybody's lives.
In saying this, I got home and began writing down in my journal about my day. And I found myself flicking back to day 2 and 3 and 4 and this reminded me that everyday has been hard but everyday everything has felt better and just to remember that I did this to improve my quality of life and in time i will learn how to cope in these situations.
We got this 💪