I thought I would post a couple of pics of me when I felt healthy and was out and about in the world – something I now find incredibly hard to do.
Do these pictures inspire me to keep fighting the illness . . . or do the make me mourn the loss of who I used to be and what I could achieve?
At the moment, they make me sad.
I want to be that girl again.
Where has she gone? It feels like she is in me somewhere, but I just cannot find her.
She is so small and tiny. Is she big enough and strong enough to fight her way to the surface?
I damn well hope so.
I hope you are all feeling well,