Carrying My Cross

Cancer is not my cross . My cross to bear is my attitude  . Treat your trials as your friends .

Not sure where I read this or who said it , but it is so very true . Recently , I have been reviewing some old blogs to post on Thursdays and making an update on each one . 

In doing so , I have discovered what a dark time that was for me . Even though , Cancer was not new to me , ( my second bout ) I still experienced a downfall mentally regarding it . I knew it then , yet I didn't feel I could be totally honest with my feelings . 

You see , people tend to view sad and depressing emotional outbursts as signs of defeat . They feel as if one is on the point of despair and ready to plunge either into suicide or a mental decline . Even now , I can see all of you disagreeing with me , but I have been there with no one to cry to my deepest innermost feelings . When I cried , I was told to stay positive , because that was the key for my cure . 

Sometimes , all a person may want is to voice their frustrations out loud  to a sympathetic individual . That is all . Having a good cry releases all the pent up tension that we are feeling . Someone understands . Someone cares  . So , go ahead and have that good cry , just don't forget to get back up  again . 

I am glad to report that my spirits have definitely changed since then . I have accepted my disease as my friend , something to learn from instead of hate . There has been so much good that came from it , how can I detest it ? 

Have a Blessed day everyone .