7 DAYS AT A TIME

Some weeks might mean dancing in the rain, while others mean holding your head above water and waiting for the storm to pass.

They say all storms run out of rain but I think I’ll be in this storm for a while. 🌧️Everyone I talk to tells me I’m “not old enough to be going through this.” People have been telling me this since I was 19, 16, and 13 still experiencing the same pain.

It’s poetic really, trying to survive in a body that’s set out trying to destroy you.

This week I’ve spent a lot of time on the floor, a day in the emergency room, and on 5 different prediction meds that make me feel drunker than a night out. (Which I haven’t had the luxury of doing in 6 months) This season scares me.

Lime disease scares me. I’ve found time to laugh, but sadness has found me without looking for it. My heart rate is off the charts, and I’ve been spinning in circles for almost a week. My face is tear streaked. I’m tired. Knowing I used to spin and turn as a ballerina blows my mind. I can’t imagine it. Walking is hard. Holding my head up is harder.

I keep feeling like I’m falling, and I am falling. But at least falling means that you can be picked back up again. Thank you to the people who are being my crutch until I find my footing again. 🩼💪🏻

I can heal, I will heal, I am healing.

Xo, cmg🦋

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