|
In 1995, my life was on track. My children had just started school and I was preparing to go back to university to study archaeology. To the outside world, I looked like I had it all.
Then, in the spring of 1996, I got what I thought was a really bad case of the flu. It wasn’t. After enduring almost a year of intense medical and psychological testing adding insult to the debilitating pain and fatigue that had become my existence, I was given the labels of Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
Happy? Living a contented life? Looking at these experiences as boons? In my despair, I couldn’t have fathomed saying these things back then.
It may sound a little cliché but I do think that everything happens for a reason. I believe that the universe wants us to grow, to learn, to discover our own personal truth, to use our gifts fully, and above all to be happy. Really it’s not the trauma in our lives that defines us, it’s what we learn about ourselves during the experience and how we use these tools to make our lives and the world around us just a little better.
View my credentials
|