If sickness and health are two opposite ends of the spectrum, then where do I fit in? The other day, I battled excruciating eye-burning sleepiness that felt like pure torture/hell. That same day, I also ran 3 beautiful miles in the golden California sunshine.
Am I the sickest healthy person you know or the healthiest sick person?
I don’t fit neatly into society’s concepts of illness or health and I refuse to be defined by either. I live in awe of the dichotomy and try to trust that sunshine is around the corner, if only I’m willing to re-open my hazy eyes, again and again.