I know where I recognized that dread, that weight, that sour taste that defined this morning after the election. I woke to it the morning after my diagnosis. Egads.
I grieved — occasionally still do — and I got out from under the weight. Time to do it again with yoga and:
My EGADS approach to Parkinson’s ^(11/9/16) Life
Exercise (yoga is good) & eat well (that includes pie)
Give a compliment (once in a while, I give one to myself)
Aaah moments (find three each day; in difficulty, refer to above: pie)
Do something for someone else
Step outside (breathe)
And remember – quoting my friend, Cindy – until there is a cure, there is community.