Time is so powerful. How much a difference time can make. How in the moment it feels like forever. How long time feels when waiting. How fast time flies when it is uncertain.
I suppressed most of my memories of hospital but as I distance myself from that time I can look back and see beautiful moments within the darkness of it all. My bravery as braveness and not just fear. My willingness as hope and not just compliance. I had reluctancy to accept such praise in the moment as I was in denial I ever had to be those things. I never wanted that to be my identity. As flattering and kind-hearted as it was meant, I didn't want to be branded as an ill person at all.
Now I can accept it and embrace it. I look at pictures of myself from when I was enduring life's hardest tests with a smile and I am proud. Through time I healed my body and mind, I used my strength in every way to keep going. When time went so slowly and each minute was crucial I waited and in the future I will have a long list of memories that pull me away from this disease, until then I can wait. I can love my life for what it is just plain and simple life. The existence on this planet and ability to wake up each day and do everyday things each and every day.
I've tried to write more but nothings working today, so this post is short and sweet. Thanks for reading and good luck. To end I want to ask:
What has been the longest moment of your life?
, OC for an OG 
