The Year of Recovery: 2015 Part 1

For 2015 I had kept a journal. On New Years Eve I had managed to finish the journal and look back through it all. This past year was my year of recovery. While I had been long out of my abusive relationship, it took some time for me to realize the extent of its impact on my life. By the beginning of the year, I had broken down. The high that I felt immediately after the break had worn off. The energy I had gained from the freedom waned. Everything slowed down and I started to see things within myself that I was otherwise distracted from by all external possibilities. My Fall 2014 semester at NYU was my worst semester by far. I had so many things interfering with my newfound zeal for life that I gained that previous spring. Worsening illness and family problems put me in a state of chronic stress that led to my crash at the end of the semester. Once that semester ended, I felt so numb and empty. The zeal I had before had no stable foundation to latch onto. Hopelessness and aggravated depression filled its place. I made a bed in that dark hole I was in and I cried for day. I felt robbed.

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Dreams

Dreams are hard to come by

Falling
Tripping
Stumbling

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The Heart

Does your heart ache
With a yearning
So strong
It squeezes
Until
It can barely take a beat?

The heart
So powerful
Yet so clumsy
Barely able to handle
It’s own strength

Squeeze and squeeze
Hard to find that release
That moment to let
The blood
Flow

Out into every crevice
Every single cell
To nourish, to love,
To bring the dead
To life.

– Sarah Mansour

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Short Rant. Never forget – YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL.

Too many times. Too many times feelings of shame and self hate were encouraged. Some days I sense those feelings creeping back. Unworthiness, evil, disgusting, “hell-bound.” But no more. Not one more second. I refuse. I am beautiful. I am amazing and so worthy of making the most out of this fleeting life. You, too, are beautiful. Screw what anyone else says.

Life with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis: Going Gluten and Soy-Free

Today, I’ve finally decided that starting tomorrow, October 15th, I’m going gluten and soy-free. I haven’t been feeling well at all these past few days. My thyroid has been quite swollen and more inflamed lately. It aches and throbs. I feel fatigued and confused. I’m moody and down. Pretty much I’m not feeling my best at this moment.

In the past few years of having my diagnosis, I’ve done some skimming of articles on the internet concerning the kind of diet that someone with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis should implement. The most common foods to avoid in the articles I’ve read were soy and soy products, as well as, gluten and goitrogenic foods. Even though I had this knowledge, I have always felt that the research wasn’t definite and conclusive. I was skeptical. Still, I did choose to avoid those foods for the most part without actually cutting them out.

Recently however, I’ve been consuming more soy than I have in recent years. Coincidentally, my inflammatory response has flared up. While I can just spend my days in my blanket burrito watching “New Girl” on Netflix waiting for the pain to subside and get on with my life, I really don’t want to do just that. I have so many big dreams and visions for myself that I feel that if I allow myself to give up- even just a little- I would feel as if I’d let myself down as well as the people I could have potentially reached out to.

So I need to take an active part in the battle that rages within me. The battle of self against self.

At times I feel as if my illness is a metaphor for the bigger picture of life. Your biggest enemy will always be yourself. You will always be the first person in your way.

So, tomorrow, I’m taking the plunge.
Tomorrow I cut Gluten and Soy from my diet.
One day at a time.

I wish you all luck with your own journeys.

Until next time,
Sarah M.

The Kaleidoscope

How
How do we find
ourselves

Who are we?
Who are you?
Who is “us”?

Just floating
In and out of a
vague consciousness

Is this real
Is what I see what you see?
All these perceptions,
All these points of view
But what is reality?

The world through all of our eyes
looking through a kaleidoscope
with no idea what lies before it

Where am I?
Where are we?
I cannot tell you.

All I can be sure of
Is that we are here.

-Sarah M.