iI has been such a fight every day. with myself, who I desire to be in the future. To be honest, I struggle many times with trusting that God is in all of this. I had no problems with my "former "life. But I realized through all this I am quite a fighter.
I fight for the ability to care, independently for my family. I I look forward very much to the day. When, I can look at a door and open it with ease. I really miss, being able to pick up Hannah. So I fight for that to come back and.I believe, that someday God will restore to me was stolen. I am thankful, for the time I have with my family. Life is a battle. Maybe, you haven't experienced a battle yet trust me it will come. Every person's battle will look different. It's in the battle that you begin to realize what kind of warrior you are.
For the past five months, our focus has been fixated on getting me better. I am so thankful for Ben. Even, when it feels that we remain in a black.depressing hole. He was never given up. I know, that somehow,someway,someday. We will be back to normal. That in itself, keeps me going. each day, I feel is a grieving process. To some extent, you grieve the difference. In life, and try to learn how to trust God more genuinely. This, is not easy. It' snot for the faint of heart.
|working on wrist flexion|
|my ice bag in hand, trying to numb the area on my stomach where i get My daily shot|