Okay. So this weekend was kinda awesome. I hadn’t really prayed in a while, I’ve been really, really busy studying for final exams and stuff. But Saturday, I went to my brother’s game, and my dad was there with my two sisters. I got to see them. I talked to them, gave them a kiss and a hug, and just seeing them and interacting for the first time in months. Can you imagine that? Well the next night, I got on my knees and prayed to God. I started crying, so much. I was just so thankful for my family, for being able to see my sisters, for the fact that they remember me (they’re really little) and for my two months, which I celebrated yesterday. I am proud to say that I am now and officially 61 days recovered. And every single day, I thank God for it.
Remain hopeful, and those of you who are past me, congrats. Those of you who aren’t there yet, you can do it…want proof? If I can, you can too.
<3 always always always, rescue