The truth is, we’re coming up on a year since I’ve been sick in the hospital, and I’m seeing minimal improvements.
I’ve been in therapies for about 10 months now and I guess I just didn’t improve as fast as I thought I would.
I have to be honest, this is the lowest I’ve felt in the whole recovery. My mind races with worries and fears. Depression sets in daily when I realize I’m still in this struggle.
With the struggle comes a deep sense of gratitude. I remember the first day I went outside of the hospital ICU. The wind blew and the sun shined on my face. I cried because I hadn’t heard the birds sing for two months. I now go outside everyday and have the same sensation. I get to hear the birds chirp every morning. 🙏❤️