This picture makes me so happy.
Not just because I was on a boat with my family. Not just because the sun rays were splendid and that night gave our painted zona sky a run for its money. Not just because my dad was feeling well while we were there. There was a lot to be happy about. But what I see when I look at this picture is more of myself than I have seen in a long time.
In early May, I was still bed ridden most days hiding in my sea of white blankets and pile of pillows with the shades drawn tight and a movie I had seen a thousand times mumbling in the background. That was my life, and I often wondered if it would ever get better or if this was it? It’s the unknowns that strike a fear that is hard to describe, it’s the misunderstanding of how you can be functioning, be fine and yet not fine in the same breath, hour, week, or often simultaneously...Read More