This was on my mind today. When I look at my life in the whole, I can’t believe that as I continue to write and talk about my experiences that this was my life.
Then I reconcile that it happened that I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing, but it’s only ever short-lived. After 57 years what I find difficult to accept are the relationships I had around a disability I didn’t know I had. The universe would never accept what happened to me as being just, moral, or right.
And as I also continue to write each blog from a ‘universal standpoint,’ I write the truth, no matter how hard it is for me read what I write. It is a truth that can no longer be hidden, or denied. We know what we do, regardless of what we hide.
Until my diagnosis at the age of 46, I had reconciled that not knowing was something I would take to my grave, but spirit had a different idea, a diagnosis and the start of my blog journey.
I take comfort from knowing that what I am finally able to write is my truth and the fact that I don’t have to hide, or it be a secret anymore.