It was a lost year.
Many people living with chronic illness have one.
No parties.
No concerts.
No travel.
No big lessons or new friends.
I was 28 and supposed to be jump-starting my life.
But at that rate, I wasn’t sure I’d have much of a life at all.
Ambition faded.
And without a bright day in view, hope did too.
Until the pain of staying the same grew heavier than the pain of change.
🌿 That’s the paradox of poppies.
Used to numb pain, but also to remember.
To rest and to rise again.
To say: this hurts but I’m still here.
Watercolor, 9in x 7in
Framed with a white mat boarder, 10in x 12in
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