My life feels like a glass vase slipping out of my hands and watching it shatter in hundreds of pieces……………..in slow motion.
I look at the pieces, lying scattered all over the cold, hard floor and wonder, where do I start? Is it even possible to put the pieces back together?
So what is a person to do?
You get tired of appointments, tests, the stress of paying for “treatments” that you know may not work or worse yet, make things worse. Searching for a medical professional that understands you as an individual and yet can see the whole picture is beyond frustrating. Trying to find someone who can handle multiple chronic illnesses is nearly impossible.
You feel as if you are hiking through a deep, dense, dark, daunting forest with little sunlight streaming through the branches. You are without a map or compass to guide your way. You hear voices coming from all directions telling you what to do. There are too many instructions and the words are so different from each other that there is no consensus, and it all sounds like jumbled nonsense. Maybe they are all speaking in different languages?
It is now you realize it is really up to you to get out of this scary place. But you are exhausted both mentally and physically, not sure how much longer you can travel. You are praying for miracles…………..maybe a woodland fairy shows up to give you a magic healing potion, or a light beam shines down directly on you from heaven and gives you divine healing, or maybe, just maybe, a phone booth will appear out of nowhere and you can go inside and turn you into a superhero.
Until next time……………YOU are a superhero and superheros are born and gain their powers through tragedy.