"He said "I was finally the husband
That most of the time I wasn't.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden goin' fishin'
Wasn't such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well, I finally read the Good Book
And I took a good long hard look,
At what I'd do if I could do it all again."
--Tim McGraw "Live Like You Were Dying"
Dear Diary,
I was diagnosed approximately 3 years ago with my first chronic illness. Since then I've realized how much my life has came into perspective. I've realized what really matters, who really matters. I've realized that all the silly little things in life, like popularity and clothes, aren't important. I've realized that you're not promised a tomorrow and that you don't always get a 2nd chance. It's scary to think about that, diary, sometimes terrifying. The other day I experienced something that I never thought I would experience. I got really sick with a blood infection. I was afraid to go to sleep. I was afraid I was going to die.
This is the first time I truly felt like my body could not take it anymore.
I was tired, fevered, and I just felt wrong.
This scares me because I have been fighting for so long. But I also realized that it is okay to be afraid and scared sometimes. It is okay to lean on someone else for support, for strength. It is okay to need someone.
I'm not going to lie to you, diary. I'm am not going to tell you that I am always strong. That I don't get mad. That I don't cry and get frustrated sometimes. The truth is that I do get tired. I do get angry and upset. I do break down and cry, but it is okay. It is okay because I have people around me to be my strength when I am weak. I have people to rely on when I need it and at the end of the day, this is what matters. These people help me through my toughest times. They are the reason I work to be strong. That I work to be a better person. That I work to stay alive.
Since I became sick, I've realized that I have to be strong, but I also have to have strong people behind me. I've realized that I have to forgive people and give 2nd chances. I've realized that I need to find the beauty in people, in the world. That I need to love instead of hate. That I need to let things go and walk away. And that I need to say what I mean and what I feel because one day I may not get a 2nd chance to become the person that I want to be. I'm not entitled to one more day. No one is.
When I got sick, I realized that life is a gift.
Love Forever & Always,
ME
That most of the time I wasn't.
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden goin' fishin'
Wasn't such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad.
Well, I finally read the Good Book
And I took a good long hard look,
At what I'd do if I could do it all again."
--Tim McGraw "Live Like You Were Dying"
Dear Diary,
I was diagnosed approximately 3 years ago with my first chronic illness. Since then I've realized how much my life has came into perspective. I've realized what really matters, who really matters. I've realized that all the silly little things in life, like popularity and clothes, aren't important. I've realized that you're not promised a tomorrow and that you don't always get a 2nd chance. It's scary to think about that, diary, sometimes terrifying. The other day I experienced something that I never thought I would experience. I got really sick with a blood infection. I was afraid to go to sleep. I was afraid I was going to die.
This is the first time I truly felt like my body could not take it anymore.
I was tired, fevered, and I just felt wrong.
This scares me because I have been fighting for so long. But I also realized that it is okay to be afraid and scared sometimes. It is okay to lean on someone else for support, for strength. It is okay to need someone.
I'm not going to lie to you, diary. I'm am not going to tell you that I am always strong. That I don't get mad. That I don't cry and get frustrated sometimes. The truth is that I do get tired. I do get angry and upset. I do break down and cry, but it is okay. It is okay because I have people around me to be my strength when I am weak. I have people to rely on when I need it and at the end of the day, this is what matters. These people help me through my toughest times. They are the reason I work to be strong. That I work to be a better person. That I work to stay alive.
Since I became sick, I've realized that I have to be strong, but I also have to have strong people behind me. I've realized that I have to forgive people and give 2nd chances. I've realized that I need to find the beauty in people, in the world. That I need to love instead of hate. That I need to let things go and walk away. And that I need to say what I mean and what I feel because one day I may not get a 2nd chance to become the person that I want to be. I'm not entitled to one more day. No one is.
When I got sick, I realized that life is a gift.
Love Forever & Always,
ME
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