As I slowly begin to pick up the pieces of my once broken life, I find myself so joyful at the fact that I’m even alive. Here’s the truth. Just a few weeks ago I was fighting with death. I was on the edge of my life. Thankfully not at the end of it though. I’m alive, and so happy to be so. Now it’s just a matter of picking up the pieces and moving into a new direction.
Now is a time of transition in my life. Now that I feel better I have the ability and freedom to do things I previously found near impossible to do. I recently started the process of cleaning out and renovating my room. I got a gym membership. I’m counting calories. I even now have a perspective job on the horizon.
I also have choices to make about my future. I could stay here, go to therapy, continue with my doctor, take a coping skills class, start school again in the fall, and find spiritual healing through various sources. My other option is possibly moving to Tennessee to be a part of a program called Mercy Ministries. This would be a radical change in my life, but there they truly only focus on my healing both physically and spiritually. This is such a hard choice that I’m thinking and praying about.
Transition. Now is a time for transition. It’s time for me to step in a new direction in my life. When one door closes, many more open. I’m so thankful for today, yesterday, and all the days prior. I have a great life that IS worth living. No matter my past and no matter my future, in this moment, I’m content with myself and who God created me to be.