I could rip at how negagtive my life is with this disease. How painful every morning can be, how every day is with this can and will go up or down instantly 🙄.
But I’m learning it’s sometimes just the little things 😤.
The support system of the Husband and father, two African-American men assisting me with the upkeep of a now disabled black woman. Henrietta Lacks continuously rings in my mind. What her journey was, the cons of the medical industry, when all you want, need is help.
Since my IG and Twitter (I'm a little fish 🎣 😅) shut down I’ve thought of how much I have learned, how many times I have had to fight for my dreams, and how often I am in awe of how this life path has become such a spiritual teacher for me. I have learned so many lessons over the past six years, but I think the one that sticks out the most is around having to believe in myself in the face of so much doubt.
I can't even begin to count how many times I have doubted myself and also been doubted by others. Yet, life goes on.
I hope people can relate to this especially when it comes to navigating your health and the health of others. Oftentimes I think “I’m tired of being one of God’s strongest soldiers!” It’s lonely, saddening and to no end. But there is a reason. Success comes when we try and try again 😒.
It is hard organizing and aligning with/against a disease that is destructive. It takes my peace and joy if I let it.
Finding the strength, and the courage to keep going, to wake up after a restless night, the day before, and moments before, and continue to keep going is genuinely a warrior in my mind.
It is hard, but necessary to acknowledge exploring the little things. Staying encouraged with the silver linings is sometimes all I, you have and that is okay.
O N W A R D ✨.
