Memories of the past three years float around in my mind. As I sort through the trying and sunny times, it’s almost impossible to put all my feelings into words.
There is heartache for the loved ones I’ve lost along the way. There is fright and frustration for the storms I’ve had to face.
There is embarrassment for all the silly things I’ve managed to do. There is love and gratitude for the kindness and encouragement my family and friends have given me.
There is a sense of accomplishment for sticking it through. And there are fuzzy, warm motions stirring inside today, and I can’t help but smile.
It’s hard to believe that 365 days have come and gone, but the day is finally here!
Today, there is a purple sunrise, and it simply feels like a dream.
I’m one year seizure free!
Life: Crossed Out and Rewritten 