I wrote this on 4/12/12 but am only just putting it on here.
I feel like I am loosing the life I used to have. But I guess that is normal in a life stage like I am now. I started off hopeful when I graduated. I felt myself turning a corner, and although I didn't know what to expect, I was hoping to find a buzzing town, full of opportunities for me to take advantage of.
But instead I found fields, miles and miles of empty fields.
No - Its more like mountains. Huge mountains sticking up into the sky with sharp rocky cliff edges that I somehow have to climb, with deep dark caves.
And I'm trying! I'm climbing up them but I don't feel like I am getting any closer.
I can see that town beneath me, but I have to get past these mountains and I don't know how.
Is living with a chronic illness just going to be a life of mountains?