The past three weeks have been spent in constant pain, but today is especially painful. My poor Chet hasn’t been feeling well the past week either, making life at home a bit slow, yet still nice.

I feel like taking a hammer and crushing all my bones, instead I take the dog for a short walk fighting through every move the body makes. I do the dishes, the laundry, vacuum, grocery shop anything to distract myself from the intense pain I feel in every single bone and joint, the headaches, the nausea, the dizziness, the fatigued, the poor vision, but mostly the bone and joint pain.

Why am I telling you all of this?

Isn’t it obvious?

A woman must unburden herself first, then she’ll be fine overcoming the problem.

As I have tolled someone recently, recovery is one step at the time and at times, a few backwards. As long as I and you see improvement it means we’re moving forward. Try not to get caught in others’ standards of this process and most importantly, when the failed moments come, because they will, get up and don’t define yourself by that failed moment (or past such moments), define yourself but the fight before the failed moment. It’s the fight that matters since failed moments are inevitable in all of our lives. Hold on to your friends and family’s strength when you’re too weak to move on your own strenght and use it to catapult yourself forward. Then do the same to others. And never, ever, ever see yourself as a failure, even when you fail, because the moment you do that is the moment you stop fighting and that’s where the real danger lies.

God Bless