I used to enjoy Sunday mornings. Going to church with my family, then we would join friends for brunch. Now I sit by myself waiting for my family to return from church. It’s not that I don’t want them to go, I would never ask them to stop living their lives just because I can’t go everywhere they do. Instead I wish I could join them. I miss living. Although I accept and acknowledge that my condition won’t go away, I still hold on to the hope that someday I may find a way to live in a somewhat normal manner again. But for now I wait…. alone.
Gentle Hugs,
