This is the truth. I've been seriously ill with a life-threatening bacterial infection since August. I've finally beat it, and am getting better. Better means that I can take a 15 minute walk. Better means that I don't sleep fifteen hours a day, but wake up in the morning, and try to live my life like I knew it. Everything is the same, except me.
I'm just not going to continue posting without being honest about where I am in my life. I have been struggling, but I've become much more adept in love, forgiveness and patience. There is grace in the darkest illness, and I still see beauty everywhere. Everywhere.