The clouds, dark and heavy against a white sheet of sky, move quickly over the dry summer hills and through to the next valley, bringing with it glimpses of blue sky.
Glimpses of hope, glimpses that things won't always be like this.
It's true, sometimes I grow frustrated and begin to question whether or not I should keep pushing myself. Whether or not I should slow down and focus solely on my treatment; a constant battle in my head on whether or not I could be doing more.
The thing I've come to realize is that, and just like most other things, I won't heal in the same way you will, just as you won't heal in the same way she or he will.
Just as this disease is complex, so are we.
So are the many ways we choose to spend our time between doctors visits, exhaustion, days of being stuck in bed, intensive treatment, and, well, everything else that comes with living with a chronic illness.Read More