The first of October means it’s my birthday.
It means I’m 37 years old.
It means I’m a year older.
It means I’ve survived another year.
There is a reason I fight so hard and it is because I love life and want to enjoy it to the fullest.
I didn’t do the Lemtrada and the Paxil change for no reason.
I did it because I want more.
I want to die, wrinkled, tattooed, scarred and with no weeping at my funeral telling one another that ‘it’s a pity, she had such a hard/sad life.’
Nah, I want people to remember the life force that I was, the zeal I shared and the hunger I had for more.
I know it’s not always on display.
Sometimes other things take over but it’s always in there.
Sometimes it’s just hiding.
I’m like the comeback kid, I’ll always bounce back. I will this time too.
Here’s to 37 and making it count!
Thanks for all ❤️