I’ve said this before but there have been so many nights where I have been in bed thinking that I wouldn’t wake up in the morning. Whether it was because I knew something was wrong within my body or because the pain was so extreme I knew I couldn’t handle it for much longer or whatever other reason; I was so scared that I would die, and that would be the end. But I haven’t died, yet, and I’m still here. Tomorrow I turn 29 and I’m so grateful for another year.
Every birthday that comes and goes is another chance for me to live and be thankful for the time that I have been given. I don’t think saying how grateful I am can even begin to translate how I really feel. I am thankful more than words can describe. I have a wonderful life and an amazing family. Yes, I’m sick but I’m alive and I’m here and I’m able to take in the world and all that it encompasses. Every single day is a gift, and it is one that I am beyond honored to receive.
So, here’s to making the most out of my 29th year and remembering how lucky I am to be here.