It’s Friday night and I’m chillin with mom and dad again. That’s how I roll these days. I have never been much of a movie kind of a girl, but life is short, and who knows when I’ll have another season like the one I’m in now.
For quite some time, I was purposefully filling up my schedule to prevent what I knew I needed to face.
Not any longer though.
I have little by little found my way back from “the grave” and my new normal is shaping into something beautiful. I sat and watched my 600 pound life last night on TLC. It was liberating to know that I am healing enough to rest my mind and enjoy simple things like I used to because, truly there is life after divorce.
The movie we picked to watch tonight (Hoovey) inspired me to write. It’s a true story about a young man who was forced to face his battle with a tumor that could have forever crippled his life. I couldn’t help but connect with his story, because I too have felt incredibly crippled with my set of circumstances and it has required all kinds of fighting attention to overcome what has had a grip on me.
I tell you what. I have never been more committed to recovery than I am now. I feel like I was given a deadly diagnosis and somehow along the way, I realized that I was going to make it. The disease didn’t destroy me. It’s only made me stronger and more determined to shine a light on this God-awful epidemic.