As someone who has lived with pretty intense Complex PTSD for a long time I know its not easy to be able to say this life we have been given is a gift with all the trauma we endure, but I just read a post about someone who lost their Mom and when I checked the last line her mother was born in 1964, just a year after me. I thought then how lucky I am to be alive now, after my brush with breast cancer last year, her post reminded me what a gift life is even with all of its trials and tribulations.
That said I have had good therapy and more support in later years than earlier ones, so I know others labour under so many disadvantages I don’t have and life can feel so bleak some days. Its hard to be told when we are suffering that we are still surrounded with gifts even if its just sunshine, a roof over our heads or the care of one person and some people may have none of these things, and find themselves in a dark place despite them.
These things don’t certainly take away any pain we feel but still life is a gift and sometimes it contains hard parts. For this afternoon I am so grateful for the gift of life and for the positive love blogging and WordPress has brought into my life over the past 4 years. I can never say thank you or I am grateful enough.
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Emerging From The Dark Night 