And it’s been a weird one. Grief, and pain, and doubt, and anger, and calm, and sadness, and nothingness, and joy. Not just because of the failing health of my uncle. But life in general. I’ve started writing in a journal again once a day, trying to get it all out without letting it bury me, or those around me.
And it’s helping.
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.”
― Mary Anne Radmacher
The photo above was taken by me during Day One of my last period on May 2, 2018. Although it is a posed image, it also wasn’t at the same time. I set up my camera, the pill bottles, the tea, the heating pad, and then clicked the “self-timer” button. As soon as the shutter released, I remained in that position most of the day. I wallowed in my pain and sorrow. The next day, I was able to go to work (still medicated), but able to actually get in my car, drive to work, and function. The next day was slightly easier.
Whatever we are going through, we will make it. Today may seem hopeless or dark, but keep putting one foot in front of the other – every day.
And we can persevere together.
Love you guys. Have a great weekend. And find that courage to keep moving.
Blogs I Updated This Week:
Have You Seen the Endometriosis Commercials on TV? – the FDA has extended the time they need to review and approve AbbVie’s Elagolix and data regarding liver function testing.