I am a child of the most high God. In addition to that child, who am I?
I’ve lost who I thought I was; redefining myself by the day and moment. I’ve got to restructure my thoughts before my feet hit the floor. They are as cold as the temperature outside. It is ridiculously easy to focus on the negative and my mind is more than happy to help take me there. Those eight hours a day I spent helping others have now become devoid of purpose. I don’t want my heart to become as cold as ice because this illness tends to take so much physically. I fight to maintain that it does not take me down emotionally. I pray that it does not take me down.
I will fight with the Angels; the ones the Lord has chosen from the Spiritual realm to watch over me and the ones who are walking this earth with me, who have chosen to stay this journey despite its difficulties. I will fight with my Jersey who has had to make sacrifices with me. I will fight with my fellow warriors who suffer with MG. When the rest of the nation is sleeping and MG has rendered us wide awake at 2:00 a.m., I am certain to find a fellow warrior awake, willing to chat. We will fight on. We will do what we can do and sometimes that is as limiting as typing to express our thoughts so we do not drown in our own emotions, and we will express our gratitude to those who are with us.
Deb Correia 12/17/2016 ©