I was reminded the other day how little reserve I have on my health. One bad choice sets my health back. It tips the scales between wellness and illness all the time.
It’s only when we get to the stage, where we tire of having to make better choices so that we can live our life that we realise what we actually deal with. Going back to the journal I wrote about John Merrick, (“The Elephant Man”) wanting to sleep normally just so that he could experience a normal life; I would like that too. For those who know his story, it’s that what cost him his life.
When we have to do something we have no choice, it’s easy to think about how much easier it would be, being able to live a different life. I sometimes spend my days thinking how great it would be to eat normal foods, not to have to take supplements, or herbal remedies to stay well, then I regroup and then come back down to earth and realise that can never happen.
Like “The Elephant Man,” that isn’t my life. The consequences of illness are far too great for me just to let go; but how I wish I could.