The way you frame survivor's guilt really resonates… That question 'Why did I get to live?' is one that doesn't get asked enough in writing about illness and recovery. There's something brave about sitting with that discomfort rather than trying to resolve it too quickly. Beautiful🩵
Thank you for your comment. I struggle with survival guilt on a regular basis. I lead a support group for people who had a stem transplant due to an MDS diagnosis. I also do peer mentoring. When I lose someone it is so hard.
You’re inspiring and your words and art and you are beautiful.. thank you for sharing yourself ❤️
Thank you
The way you frame survivor's guilt really resonates… That question 'Why did I get to live?' is one that doesn't get asked enough in writing about illness and recovery. There's something brave about sitting with that discomfort rather than trying to resolve it too quickly. Beautiful🩵
Thank you for your comment. I struggle with survival guilt on a regular basis. I lead a support group for people who had a stem transplant due to an MDS diagnosis. I also do peer mentoring. When I lose someone it is so hard.
What a wonderful poem!
thanks
Mmmm. The body remembers. Beautiful.
Yes it does!
Hope, no matter what
Yep