I keep my recovery honest - so here it goes. Today is another bad mental health day. I’m sever

I keep my recovery honest - so here it goes. Today is another bad mental health day. I’m severely depressed. I’m in pain, I’m lonely (even when I’m surrounded by others, there’s that lonely feeling in this), I’m restless. Yesterday at the plastic surgeon, a picture of my new breasts were taken just as a follow up - even though they were still healing. At the time, I was shown the “before” picture of my breasts - my real breasts. Not that they were anything special - they were disfigured and trying to kill me. I mourned them. Those were my breasts for 31 years. My real breasts with nipples. Last night I had a dream (I barely dream) about those pictures, and my old nipples somehow being resurrected and put on my foobs. Clearly I woke up and realized this isn’t a reality - I’ll never have real nipples again, I’ll never feel that sensation again. I’m still in a positive mindset, but not being okay is okay. Mourning the loss of my old breasts is okay. I’ll be okay because this journey has made me stronger #mastectomy #mastectomyrecovery #breastcancer #survivor #mentalhealth #depression #bopo #bodypositive #recovery #fuckcancer #breastreconstruction #fightlikeagirl #depression #anxiety #positivevibes https://www.instagram.com/p/Bmgh9r7FFz9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fg2s7ngrtf9k -- source link

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