This week, five years ago, I was diagnosed with narcolepsy. My five year younger self was so scared and unsure how “narcolepsy” would fit in my life. It was so unwelcome. If I could go back and whisper in my younger ear, this is what I’d say:
You will be okay. You are not alone.
You will face loss, heartbreak, anger, deep sadness, dark days. Keep going.
In the midst of the worst, you will discover your most beautiful fearless self. Keep going.
It will take you a while to recognized your new self and even longer for others to see it. Keep going.
You will free-fall totally unsure of where you’ll land. Keep going.
One morning, five years down the road, you will wake up in the shimmering silver lining of the cloud, knowing you are perfect this way, you are okay and you were never alone.