Gratitude

Gratitude wasn’t what I expected to feel this week.

The flare hit hard.

Every step a battle, every breath an effort.

The appointment I needed most was cancelled,

and it took me right back

to two years ago when I nearly didn’t make it.

One professional got it.

Down to earth, kind,

and we still managed to laugh.

I made them laugh too. That’s just me.

My friends showed up.

Kindness without asking.

One in particular,

selfless, steady,

and brave enough to tell me off

for not taking care of myself.

That kind of love keeps you going.

I’m still hurting,

still tired,

but still here.

Bed now.

Hoping for a better weekend.

BW, Leigh