not only was recovery stalling, and declining, but my grandfather died, i lost my job, and life seemed to fall apart.
the morning after the day i lost my job i woke up from a dream where God healed me. i bantered with God that this was a really sick way to cherry on top of the last two weeks. I emerged from my bed awaiting the sharp pains that would meet me every morning, and that stab wasn't there...
"God, this is a sick joke".
i continued my day and kept pausing before movements that would normally hold me back.
"God, this is a sick joke".
i continued my day and kept pausing before movements that would normally hold me back.
almost two months after and i feel amazing. the reality is i still have aches, but nothing is holding me back.
not only have i been set free from the amount of pain, but i am free from a lot of the fear.
not only have i been set free from the amount of pain, but i am free from a lot of the fear.
i am blessed.
recovery is an intense journey, but this bend in the road is going to be quite the enjoyable ride!
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