Blessed in the small moments.
I feel as though I should be doing more. I spend quite a fair amount of time sleeping these days. My great accomplishment to date is a shower. A heavenly, painstaking shower.
I know my body is doing big things inside and I’m trying to be patient since it is hard to see these achievements.
It’s hard to fight the urge to define my worth by outward accomplishments.
Yet every day I am a little stronger. Every day I am a little closer to my goal, and every day I am reminded of how blessed my life is.
Blessed that I have so much love surrounding me.
Blessed that I can heal.
Blessed that I have the time and the support to grow stronger, even if I resist and fight it in low moments.