I’m tired. My body is tired. My mind. My heart.
For the last month I’ve visited hospitals, doctors, and endured more tests than I care to talk about. The result? Still no answers.
To be honest, I’m having my moments. I’m swinging on the teeter totter of trust and lack thereof. There are days I don’t want to smile at one more person. Other days I feel like I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get out of this bed and see another human being. There are times I just really don’t feel like being positive about the outcome of things. I guess that means I really am human.
I’m guest posting over at Prodigal Magazine today. Click here to read the full post.
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