The_Foolish_Traveler
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I actually wanted to post this in another area, but I was afraid of judgement. Yes, I know Darebee is full of supportive members, but I still couldn't help but feel wary. So, I'm posting it in Darebee's safe space since this post is personal to me and has nothing to do with checking in. I'm not even sure if I should call it "Gratitude Journal" since I'm not going to be making a habit of it. I'm simply sharing a thought I had. Though, I suppose, if others wish to continue to use this thread as the start of a chain of gratitude posts, I wouldn't mind being a trend setter. 
This morning, I looked out at my window and saw a giant "bush" of flourishing flowers. No, they're not growing on a bush, but that's how big and clustered they are. It's hot and past the flowering season, but they're still thriving. It got me thinking about how I'm thriving right now. I know what it's like to slowly lose little pieces of your mind as your body deteriorates, to lose all function, to die and come back, to have to start from the beginning again like an infant. I know what it's like to watch yourself go from mental stability to instability, be taken advantage of for your new childlike mindset, unable to keep friends, falling in love on impulse, understanding a conversation one second and not understanding it the next, and losing entire days. I know what it's like to go from running and jumping and competitive sports to falling down and lying in a bed for days, weeks, months, years... To lose it all... your strength, your figure, your very life. Oh, how bitterly I wept every day! I had some good days, though. Today, as I look at those flowers, I feel so blessed. It's so great to be alive! My mind is clear, my body is restoring itself, and now, I can't help but weep from the joy of seeing those beautiful flowers.

This morning, I looked out at my window and saw a giant "bush" of flourishing flowers. No, they're not growing on a bush, but that's how big and clustered they are. It's hot and past the flowering season, but they're still thriving. It got me thinking about how I'm thriving right now. I know what it's like to slowly lose little pieces of your mind as your body deteriorates, to lose all function, to die and come back, to have to start from the beginning again like an infant. I know what it's like to watch yourself go from mental stability to instability, be taken advantage of for your new childlike mindset, unable to keep friends, falling in love on impulse, understanding a conversation one second and not understanding it the next, and losing entire days. I know what it's like to go from running and jumping and competitive sports to falling down and lying in a bed for days, weeks, months, years... To lose it all... your strength, your figure, your very life. Oh, how bitterly I wept every day! I had some good days, though. Today, as I look at those flowers, I feel so blessed. It's so great to be alive! My mind is clear, my body is restoring itself, and now, I can't help but weep from the joy of seeing those beautiful flowers.
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