Mostly, it seems totally irrelevant to my self esteem or self worth. I had a harder time with these transitions before I was diagnosed BP. Now, I'm more interested in what I'm going through. I am walking through fire. As one of my fellow campers puts it - we may be in hell, but we know where all the roads are.
Who really cares about a random age or a few gray hairs. I want to be one of those women who embrace their age, not run away from it or try to mask it. Because I've been given a perspective that many haven't.
I am battle scared and road weary. And it ain't over yet.
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