I’m still here, but there is a part of me that is gone.
I’ve spent the last three hundred and sixty-five days muddling through the grief brought on by being diagnosed with Lupus.
I’ve spent the last three hundred and sixty-five days mourning the loss of my former self.
I’ve spent the last three hundred and sixty-five days crying and screaming and asking God why?, all out of frustration and confusion.
I’m only twenty-three years old – I shouldn’t feel like I’ve lost a part of myself to not only one, but four autoimmune diseases.
Yet – here I am a year later, still here.
The process of grief is natural – it is to be expected.
In Ecclesiastes, the author mentions how, “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:”. Further down into the chapter, it specifically states various times such as: “a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to Continue reading