Ever since I was a little girl, I have always asked questions. Had I not been inquisitive, I’m not sure I would ever have found out what was wrong with me. It was being inquisitive that kept me focused and current. It’s a good job because the information that was available, was just not available to me, but eventually it became available through my being inquisitive. It was something I felt I could never give up on.
As the adult, I never make any decisions without looking at, questioning and knowing everything I need to know about the decisions I need to make. Asking questions has also helped me deal with my neurological issues, helping me understand why I may feel panicky at certain times, dealing with certain issues.
The sad reality is that I need to have full control of my issues, because I have little control over my emotions. Having control saves me going down a blind alley. I believe and continue to believe it’s important for us to have full control of our circumstances, so that we can understand our life and therefore will make better choices.
I know that asking questions has helped me put my life in order. I say in order and not back in order because my life was never in order, to start with. The CP Diary and my blogs would never come to exist without those initial questions.