As I sit here this night on the eve of my birth, I have begun to consider what may be my worth?
How my health issues have drastically changed the outcome, of the life I dreamed about versus the person I’ve become.
I had ambitions of attending University, to study a degree in Physiotherapy.
Instead I spent so many months out of work, with money tight and medical files my main source of homework.
Fatigued, exhausted and in pain, at times I felt the life I lived was in vain.
I’ve pushed myself hard when my body didn’t loudly protest, and plenty of times when it would have been wiser to rest.
There have been so many guinea pig moments, with new meds, acupuncture and natural potions.
All in the quest to make myself well, when some treatments and side effects have made my life Hell.
And what have I done with all of this ‘so called’ spare time? Learnt an instrument, exercised, nurtured myself and studied part time.
But through it all I’ve learnt a lot, despite the trials and challenges I never forgot.
Proving to myself just how strong I can be, and how patient I am when waiting is key.
So although this life isn’t what I imagined, I am so glad I never abandoned.
That I never stopped trying or gave up for long, because I’ve grown so much and quitting always felt wrong.
I’ve done what I can with this life of mine, and of that I am proud and will be for all time.