I've been busy. I went back to work in June, and even though only part time, it has made a difference. I am ridiculously tired all the time. Yet, I want to work more if I can. The fear of relapsing is scary and real.
Then, the past few nights, I've been lying in bed telling myself I am going to be okay and I need to start living and stop fearing. I will die one day, but I don't know when that will be.
So, the last part of the year?? Nothing but living, even if I am dying.
Please join me in living. Its the new movement...because we are all dying anyways.