Sparks of light, in a dark so dark, it resembles the murky depths of the bottom of the ocean.
A gasp of sweet, sweet air at the exact moment where one might think of just letting go.
Water for a plant, wilting under the burden of staying alive in arid conditions.
This is what this treatment feels like. It takes you to places you think you cannot overcome, you cannot survive.
This has been, by far, the hardest round yet. I have been in bed for the better part of the week…unable to do more than an occasional shower, a chat with a friend, or to scroll the internet-resting my phone on a pillow.
But let me tell you this:
Those sparks of light, they remind you of how much you’ve overcome. That gasp of air reminds you of the sweetness of living. And that water, it reminds you of what feeds your soul.
Thank you for being a bit of my light, my air, and my water.
Love and light, always 
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❣️💜
grace and fbombs 