“…I promise that where you are headed is better than where you’ve been. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not the next day, but eventually daylight is coming.”
I love this blogger, and this woman. I hope you will take the time to read this to the end. She is a light-bringer wherever she goes.
Making Some Kind of Peace With My Pain
During my descent into illness, all I could see was what was being taken from me. When chronic illness kept routinely shaking up my life in new and horrible ways, I started to believe that there was nothing to look forward to, and the injustice of going from perfectly fine to not fine at all was unforgivable. It’s natural to feel that way, everyone grieves uniquely, and we lose a lot in the transition from well to sick. Grieving is permitted, encouraged, and part of the process of regaining strength. It’s not pleasant to be in that place, where all roads lead away from your dreams, all days blend together because of the pain, and because of all the sadness, fogginess, stress, and panic of becoming suddenly or gradually disabled. You may in that time lose track of who you are for a second, or maybe for a…
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