hope – learning to fly

Finding beauty in the broken: From the other side of diagnosis

Changed, not broken. Finding our way through diagnosis.

Drowning

I nearly blew it up. I was down, deep in the depths, where the water is black and dank. Heavy with regret. And I couldn’t find my way up. Kicking and fighting — sinking lower and lower. And then I came up. Not in one forceful push to the surface, filling my lungs with air and spittingContinue reading “Drowning”