I started to do more to get back into the swing of things. I made sure laundry was done, house was cleaned (because it needed to not because I was using it as a stress reliever), I worked out in the yard and I spent time hanging out on the couch watching movies. But with every day of progress I had days that felt like I was taking a step backwards. I found it hard to be in crowds, I struggled with family functions, I started to struggle with my sleep, and I began having nightmares (more on that later). I tried to remember to take it day by day and not get down on myself. I allowed myself to cry if that’s what I felt like doing as long as I wasn’t constantly doing it. The only thing that kept nagging at me was what to do with my career. My husband kept telling me that I didn’t have to go back and that I should just take a year off. But all I could think about is how that would change our lifestyle and I didn’t want to put our financial obligations all on his shoulders. I tried not to worry about it and instead take it day by day.

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress” ~Frederick Douglass