It would be easy to complain that I am sick. 27 years old and functioning like a 97 year old. But, oh how I rejoice! Let me count the ways. I have a stable career that allows, and even encourages me, to put my health first. I have friends who love me and understand that I can't always participate the way I wish I could but never, ever let me feel left out or forgotten. I have family that takes care of me in every way. They will never let me feel alone. I have a partner who supports me in such a way that words cannot explain. It takes a strong man to stand by a woman in her weakest moments. I have my undying faith in myself. I know, now, with certainty, that I will endure anything life throws my way. Yes, I could pick apart my thorns. But I'm too busy smelling roses.🌹
