A year ago today was the first day of the rest of my life. It was the saddest scariest day and I remember every detailed minute of it. It was the day I finally broke down, told my family how I was feeling and reached out for help. 😢
Jenna came to me (I was laying on the couch in the sunroom) and asked me what was wrong, if I was ok. It was in that moment I knew I was not ok and I had to ask for help. Reaching out is not easy to do. It is almost scarier than actually feeling sick. But you reach the point where you either ask for help, or choose a darker path.
Saying the words out loud, no I’m not ok, was the beginning of the healing. Within minutes Jim was beside me, words and tears poured out of me, truths were revealed and emotions flooded me like a summer storm.
The saying – will this matter a year from now….yes, for me it did and it always will. Today, I am happy, content and love my life. I am not the same person I was and I am thankful for every beautiful day. When the sun warms my face and touches my soul I thank God for providing me the courage to ask for help and wrapping his arms around me while I healed.